Twilight

I want to lay here in the
twilight shadows
And know the pleasure of having
no thoughts run through this
Troubled head.
I want to be carried away
by the music of the radio
To a world where my problems
don't exist and I can just
Pet my cat
I want to melt into
My twilight slumber
seeking nothing
Knowing less
I say goodnight as
Twilight falls
unsuccessful upon My hand.

by Zach MacKenzie

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