Night Ends

You know she tried to fool me, tried to dance me to a lull.

The boredom overtook me and her knife was just as dull.

There was a strangeness I was feeling. Somehow thought that she might cry.

I feel just like that spider… in that story, where there’s that fly.

I looked upon the opioids: for just a second I felt the nod.

There is a voice of wisdom, sometimes here, I just smile and thank my God.

I left her with a warning said, “Best I go and there I’ll stay.

She nodded in the morning, when night ends to start the day.

Dennis Mantin

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