Unholy Ghosts

We tread paths, criss-cross this silent ground,
Leaving vapour trails of lost hope
In this garden of distrust.

We wait, lamenting what once was ours
But now’s lost in the mists and tears.
Of the mourners at the graves

That unquiet souls have vacated.
Just bones and dust are left behind
We have emigrated, gone.

Yet earthbound we still remain,
Cursed to wander this domain.
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Falling Into the Future

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Falling into the future,

When the memories will let me.

The memories that did beget me

And like a lover’s arms want to keep hold.

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It was desire that set things on fire

That tore my world apart

It was the burning passion of desire

That broke my fragile heart

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The hopefulness I hold

Is that the story

Is not fully told.

That the darkness

Of certain chapters

Just means the road,

Is there around the corner

Like a new day

Waiting to unfold.


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