Grey skies with cries of thunder,
silent tears that have not been shed,
until the morning starts to weep,
and the night is in silent somber.
Will I awaken from this restless sleep?
And no longer have to wonder?
Oh, thoughtful thoughts that bring
such shudder unto me,
when I no longer speak
and I no longer weep.
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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...
