![]() Searching for the trailA Poem by Lovecraft![]() A work in progress.![]()
Searching for the trail, invisible to sight,
Just within my grasp, just out of reach, Frustration welling up, blood tears stain, That which I had never yet found. The darkness creeps and crawls, Covering all that I intend to see, Mocking me with incoherency And inconsistency. Forests of the dead and dying, The fog swirling then lifting, Through the vastness of this place. A place that swallows the unwanted, Unforgiving and capricious, a wasteland. © 2018 LovecraftAuthor's Note
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Author![]() LovecraftSpencerport, NYAbout“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown” - H.P. Lovecraft Scientia Potentia Est- Latin- Knowledge is Power.. more..Writing
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