Nightfall

I find myself forgetting…

The last rays of light devoured by the horizon
Another day stolen by time
Thoughts seem to pursue the fleeting warmth, refusing to set yesterday free

The edges of once sharp perception become obfuscated by shadow.

Clarity is gone.

In the frigid night air I find my dreams, curled under a cardboard box
My hope, huddled around the faint glow of a cigarette

At what cost does one find peace?

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