Saturday, November 29, 2014


As the last light of day
Fades beyond an ugly horizon
So fades hope
And reason
And will
The dark creeping 
And haunting 
And possessing 
I'm left to violently wedge remaining 
Light and feelings
Into a lock box
Protecting it from 
The stench of sulphur 
Until the sun returns 

1 comment:

  1. How come you know my moods so well?