When I am here no longer Grieve not for I am nothing But if a memory of me comes unbidden Haste you to that great…
The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
When I am here no longer Grieve not for I am nothing But if a memory of me comes unbidden Haste you to that great…
So many dreams have died In my heart And now another Of you How much more heartache must I take Before I die? What new…
A million more breaths to breathe, my friend, Before you die. A weary life you lead In a shattered, scattered shell. The yearning ceased long…
The candle in the corner splutters and dies Fading slowly to dimness Casting strange dancing shadows on the walls Until it is engulfed by growing…
Darkness grows Days’ light destroying Trees dim Through cataracted windows Sounds still Silence reigns Sweet day ending 25/11/2009