The Room

The Room

A Poem by Michael Leon Wilson
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Short rhyme

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Alone I sat, room dark, damp and cavernous.
You spontaneously ignighted like a candle, luminous
Your light, warm, sweet hopefull caress.
Suddenly you vanish, the hopeful light, extinguished.
I am left with only memories and blind anguish.
This room had never been this dark an abyss.

© 2016 Michael Leon Wilson


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Added on September 21, 2016
Last Updated on September 21, 2016

Author

Michael Leon Wilson
Michael Leon Wilson

jacksonville, FL



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I'm sick with frantic rhymes that can be dark, morbid , scary sensual or just plain strange. What makes me different is I write about anything, with no filter. more..

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