E.J. Stevens Writing

Poets weep And children sleep Your pocket-watch keeps the time Grasping hands And holding nets Cages filled with grime But..

You hailed the coachman To stop your carriage Here. You gazed upon my laden boughs With your heavy lidded leer. The..

This is a piece of dark poetry as featured in my new book "From the Shadows" which releases in just a few weeks.