For All The Night OwlsA Poem by Lathen Griffiths
I stole by guards at midnight’s gate
into the early hours, tip toeing through a maze of doors, passages and towers, along a crooked hallway, - pent in by the darkness deep, fore stepping out into the light escaping free from sleep. © 2022 Lathen Griffiths |
StatsAuthorLathen GriffithsUnited KingdomAbout“Sometimes when I’m sleeping my mind writes poetry, sometimes when I’m awake I remember what it’s written.” Lathen Griffiths. Lathen Griffiths is an alternative i.. more..Writing
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