Friday, May 26, 2017
Saturday, May 6, 2017
Shadows...
What are these shadows,
That as if, burn me
with
Gazes as cold and grey
As graveyards at
midnight
That, in all their
eerie quiet
Accuse me with chapped
lips
And make the time stare
As an indifferent
passerby
While I try to slay
demons
I once left long ago
behind
What are these shadows
that pass me by,
Every time I close my
eyes...