Poetry

Starry Night

The night sings to me as I paint

It swirls around my colours and around the village I remember

When I was there my world was dark

All except the night sky that twinkled to my loneliness

Stone walls surround me

People are coming

I must hide this picture in my head until I am unbound

It keeps me smiling

I never see any people, no people, just the night

The dark trees, church and hills

As I lie and try to make sense of the things in my head

I listen with my ear

The voices are rising, gaining strength and speed

The lights are exploding and burning my pale flesh

They have come for me again and are hiding in the walls

I hear them whisper to me, the horror of the calls

Then all goes dark

Except

For my view

Of

The starry night

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