demons and ghosts
and things
i cannot compare
frolic in these ruins
made of despair
many a moons have
come and gone
since the sun's
disappeared
and i still look
for you,
everywhere.
I hope it's not my last poem here, but I'm contemplating -- perhaps I'll never write again, perhaps I will, I hope I do. take care for now.. i spent an awesome time here reading wonderful poems, thank you. goodbye.
