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The Night Goes by Quick

March 16, 2014
By Rustune SILVER, Bedford, New York
Rustune SILVER, Bedford, New York
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Favorite Quote:
“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. -Charles Bukowski


Golden hues behind the dark horizon.
A majestic time before the night.
Clutching my suitcase
as if it were my own unborn child.
Icy mist lingering in the air.
A welcoming that hurts,
and stings like no other.
Deep in my guts of grime
I could feel that
the few that who knew my name,
were gone just like
the single magpie that flew.
The golden was gone.
The rain started to pour.
And I cried out what to do.
Why couldn't I be gone like them too.



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