This, & The Trepidation That You Know

Flame of the midnight,
burning your skin, your skins
are burning in the night.

Terrified, flight from
the evening rushes in, the
stars are never seen.

With the devil’s laughter
tickling your ears, those are
the words that infuses fears.

They are always around you.
Their presence are butterflies
in your stomach.

You see yourself in the mirror,
whose eyes are never cheerful
but hiding the fact that kills.

This, and the trepidation
that you know, is beyond the boundaries
of your human nature.




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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