DungeonA Poem by Willard WellsdarknessThe darkness that appears as a dungeon in my mind, It’s really just the hallways, where the demons freely roam.
Looking to disturb a perfectly good day. But as is always the case, They must play alone, Since they bore me with their dark world. © 2017 Willard WellsReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 21, 2017 Last Updated on May 21, 2017 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..Writing
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