#darkpoetrychallenge

Uncanny woodnote wailing in the hardwoods,
can you overhear this howling tone in the silence?
Is it my lenity or should I solitude myself?
It never leads me to sleep until I weep.
Am I illicit dread or am I getting haunted?

Everybody leaves you at the nightfall,
yourself only gossip with you until a windfall.
I ruin myself for your sake in the odd days,
they spoke but...