This one takes two forms: Sonnet: grasping, reaching, turning, forever twisting under a hail of forgotten sins tomorrow’s past is swept away the raging tempest’s finale begins alone, cowering, of uncertain mind there is no one left but you, where … Continue reading
Are there no answers? Is there no light? Am I faced with certain knowledge of what faceless terrors haunt the night? You say your tears will fall forever but when you look at me your eyes are dry No awkward … Continue reading
To paint your thoughts as innocent phrases To write your wit and charm into a look To scream your name in a silent whisper To burn your face into memory’s book To ensorcell this wanton libertine To steal my breath … Continue reading