An Ode to Nighthag
A tissue to my tortured friend
a hand, hug
though both in vein
a stranger in the night I am
perhaps as strange as any you meet
and see them with haunted eyes
whether anything happened or no
and still in the night I offer much
comfort, repulsive as it is, and love
I might not feel much of the last
my heart having its own deep wounds
but from one hell to another
places of torment special in nature
calibrated to last forever in the mind
twas a time ago
but I venture, it would be yesterday
were the venue close
the conditions right
and the night would live again.
know that they cant touch your spirit
it is worthy all the same
with words like yours
others will take umbrage
and let your witness of healing in.
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