This Indigo Night

I love this poem, but only because it is an accurate capture of an endless nightmare agony-night.

It also captures the pain of being othered

what am I,
here in this current so swift,
here in this flow so crystal,
the color of none, of nothing
seeping from hearts of high mountains
whose tops are jagged and sharp,
sharp enough to shred en…

Source: This Indigo Night