Spiritual
My Midnight Sorrow
At midnight, when the world is still, my sorrow wakes — and walks the long corridor of memory with its lantern of regret.
Makena Brandon · 1 min read
At midnight, when the world is still, my sorrow wakes. It walks the long corridor of memory with its lantern of regret,
opening every door I had quietly closed. It does not ask permission. It does not stay long. But it leaves the rooms a little colder,
and me — a little more honest than the daylight allows. [Continue reading the full poem on makenabrandon.co.ke]
— Makena Brandon · Discussion Newspaper Network Publishers
