I knew dark things
Knew them well
The warmth; the smell
like the breath of hell
Once did I dabble
once in the night
with shadowy lights
and whispers of fright
The draw to the power
was strong and deep
It spoke seductively
in the hours of sleep
Like winds of warning
before the storm's fury
something stirred me up to worry
and I turned in my hurry
Jaws of the beast
came quick to feast
Somehow I escaped
Yet I was wounded at least
I never got away so far
as I would like to be
I still wear a deep seeded scar
and the night yet has eyes for me
(October 15th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
