Poem: Closer
The dotted line appeared in the morning light.
It stayed for a while, growing thicker.
A little burden to me.
The dotted line appeared when night arrived.
It morphed into a red splat.
An intrusion into my room with intentions.
Keeping still and watching me.
Feeling too reserved to be a comfort.
It moved when sleep consumed me.
Leaving evidence on my walls.
Wide enough to notice when I woke up.
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This is beautiful. I myself started a blog where I post poetries. Would love for you to visit 🌹
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