The Season of Shadows

The season of shadows
Cuts each day
And dark thoughts flood
Where light’s chased.
So, as each is shortened
Nerves stretch
‘Til they fall and fold—
Collapsed.

Alterations within
Unoted without.
The only glimpse
The bright of the eye
Replaced by blank.
So hard to detect.
Yet, so quick to exclude—
Isolation.

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