Description of a broken mirror-
the hours go by
as I step through the doorway...
the doorway of time,
leaving muddy footprints
when I'm outside,
no more snowflakes for me to taste,
only a soft chill left inside,
as I examine all things,
only tears, in this joyless ride of time.
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Gothic Poetry: A Collection of Dark Poems
PoetryThese are poems that I originally wrote several years ago as a teenager. It reflects a love of all things dark. I have edited & revised them for publication. This is 26 poems from a larger collection (72 poems) I've published to share with anyone th...
