RemnantsA Poem by Chris Shaw( I must stop watching horror films at night, this is what my muse gave me this morning)
dance on my heart dark darling
dance with your boots of black longing dance till every drop is drained and contaminated with the dirt on the sole of your loathing dance as you have never danced before dance with the remnants of ragged abuse this time make sure the job is done so the sun will set with gleeful satisfaction so it won’t rise at daybreak in the mourning © 2024 Chris ShawReviews
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23 Reviews Added on May 9, 2024 Last Updated on May 9, 2024 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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