...with no respite.A Poem by HuwThat which you fear most, the unseen, will catch you unawares. All your dreads and terrors will become one your soul will chill. Death will not be a release but the beginning of a greater more intense and eternal horror that you could possibly have ever imagined with no respite.
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1 Review Added on December 29, 2018 Last Updated on December 29, 2018 AuthorHuwAmmanford, Wales, United KingdomAboutI've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..Writing
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