The RoomA Poem by Michael Leon WilsonShort rhyme
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 AuthorMichael Leon Wilsonjacksonville, FLAboutI'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..Writing
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