The Death of a Fearsome Day

The Death of a Fearsome Day

The day devolves by the minute
From a hulking beast
To a scurrying pest

Fear has no place
Out of mind in the calm
That spills from the havoc

A relief
That seeps
And slithers in red

From a day I once knew
The scourge of my nights
A lone terror
That burned
At the end of my roads

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