Wednesday, 27 January 2016

Err

a bright room
walled white gloom
castle/tomb
empty bed
fill up soon 

sighs like lead
hopes undead
wishes well fed
secrets and dread

hunt for calm
calming balm
or self harm
cause for alarm

store a storm
in pages torn
words forlorn
cryptic scorn

and at night
ignite a light
black and white
sly delight






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