Don’t have a title yet, drop ideas in the comments. I wrote this hoping you other poets would share some of the emotion behind this.

The wind rattles through the needles

The fears of night are often needless

There is beauty in the calm

Some slumber, others are born

Drawn to the quiet, the silent hours

We move as owls through the night

Awaken the poets second sight

The lines are formed throughout the day

They spill out and ease the pain

Is it beauty or a brief release?

The pen chases away my sleep

But without it I wander in my dreams

The mind is dull without its stone

Words sharpen to the bone

They claw and tear at the veil

Glimpses beyond are covered well

Others before have written tales

I’ll chase them through the dark

The phantom ideas without a form

A simple word can fill the void

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