Jun 2018
Haunting whispers call to me while I lay upon my bed
Thoughts of guilt I long to free, to cast from out my head
In the deepest darkness of lonely night I see a flicker turn to flashes
Ghostly memories before my sight played out from our pasts ashes
By J.N
Thoughts of guilt I long to free, to cast from out my head
In the deepest darkness of lonely night I see a flicker turn to flashes
Ghostly memories before my sight played out from our pasts ashes
By J.N
I made this very short poem before sleep thankfully claimed me, i will add to it as time goes on, no doubt during other nights of insomnia.
