Ignorance

When the moon is shining
Bright, when the stars
Are twinkling against
The dark night sky,
When the only noise
Is the ticking of the clock
I can hear the cries.
I once wondered what
They were, followed
The sounds into darkness
Beyond that of night,
I found terror and Hell.

Sometimes I think ignorance
Is bliss.

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