Categories Poetry Nighttime poem Post author By Madeline Harding Post date October 23, 2024 No Comments on Nighttime poem By Madeline Harding Tonight my sadness has a sound, It seems to fill my nose and mouth, Seeping in and drowning out, The world as it’s known to be. Darkness wears me like a shroud, Soaked and wet it pulls me down. To my feelings I am bound. I want to get back to me. ← Speaking to us, for us, to ourselves; Fleabag and the art of connectivity → Artist in Spotlight: Georges Charles Robin, 1903-2002 Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Are you human? Please solve: