Self MadeA Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My Soul
Again and again.
Always missing Ghosts Time is a thief And Nostalgia is a dirty liar, But these memories, so sanguine sweet Like honey at the center of a spiderweb And the more you wrestle, the less you’re able to move on But talking to the Dead Chasing the wind Standing in front of the firing squad Just seems to be the only thing Your heart was meant for Time and time, again. © 2017 A Glow in the Pit of My Soul |
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Added on November 19, 2017 Last Updated on November 19, 2017 AuthorA Glow in the Pit of My SoulMAAboutMy Legs Can Barely Hold All My Heart & Soul. Live Tall, Live Loud, Live Wide. I was born an old soul with a fresh face, and a knack for taking whatever is in front of me and creating a mast.. more..Writing |