Drizzle of Affects

They lived amid a drizzle of affects.
Late at night, alone, they often wept.
The mask of smiles drained away
as all the devils of the day
rose within the nightmare's glare.
The shadows never came to care
for them.

Sorrow building walls that shaped
the awful emptiness. Bricks and
windows blocking out the wind.
Fluently, their hearts received
the message written there.

Whispers in the dark of night.
Longing for the deep delight
of opening their souls into
the light of loving ways again.

They lived among a drizzle of affects.
Late at night, alone, they often wept.
The mask of smiles drained away
as all the devils of the day
rose within the nightmare's glare,
that never came to care for them at all...

? Michaelette ?

4/23/2003
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