Here in silence, sitting alone
Wondering about all that's unknown
I hear a scratch, like a moving stone
And from a distance I hear a moan
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well, Darla, i got to the 3rd stanza AND was preparing to say how much i like it so far, eps. The glow glides forward, on a mission............... but THEN I NOTICED my earlier comments. duh! though i'd like to read this again, i'll move on to an unread (?) one of yours. ;) no sense hogging all the space left for others to comment. emphasis on ALL THE SPACE! maybe one for a showcase, in case anyone reads THOSE! bri
We all have strange things inside our heads at times, and we have to let them out! Better to let them out with pen and paper than with bullets or knives!
A horror poem, well conceived and well composed. 'I've bullied and tortured others making many sad I've taken what's not mine, anything others had' - the best rhyming stanza. I've lied, cheated, stolen; I've been so bad Only my gain and other's losses made me glad' -