#WritcoPoemPrompt24
Dark is the night,
Darker the soul,
Fathomless depths,
Stories untold...

clapping was a joke
you tale,
me scared of same.

languages I couldn't
grasp the darkness that loomed inside your loneliness,
you said I was a flower;
poetry you would nurture

brokenness did not define me
darkeness did.
lights blinded our memories
my eyes you were scarred by

the butterflies in my small hands :
coffins
that promised to rest you in peace, dad!
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