A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

10 March 2014

The Echoes of Lost Love

A single though haunts my mind

Frightening me to the bone

Calling open the gruesome past


A beast looming over me

Snarling from dark corners

Rearing its ugly head when least expected


Soon others notice this towering monster

Comments on its appearance

Some call for its life, others death


Unfed and ignored

The creature begins to shrivel up and die

Desperate for the light


It recedes into icy tombs


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