WITHOUT FEAR April 10, 2022Susanne Leist trevorme I see him in my mind’s eye. He is dead, and so am I. He floats alone in the ocean. We have taken the dark potion. He drifts near, Without fear. I long to touch his face, Not of the human race. My spirit glides free. And soon so shall he. Share this:The Dead GameTwitterTumblrLinkedInRedditFacebookPinterestWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related