THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR

 

 

Anguish is my sole friend.

Tentacles wrap me close

with its wiry arms of despair.

The day holds no easement for my pain.

The sun shines too bright from its tall pedestal.

The night brings forth the proud moon

that rides the sky with its chariot of horses.

Its glow lights the hearts of the forgotten.

Its reflection soothes the troubled soul.

One more minute before I join the others.

The ones who search for the white reflection

in the cold depths below.

MY DEMONS

 

My dreams haunt me.

They torment me each night.

They follow me.

Giving my heart a fright.

I’ve put my demons in my book.

To ease my troubled mind.

Why don’t you take a closer look

And see what you can find.

THE DEAD GAME

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