SPECTRES… a dark poem

person touching frosted glass door

Subservient threads tighten around the ilk of my shadowed memories

Where darkness embraces silence like a lover

And I lay suffering – floundering in foul dreams

My soundless cries echo

While I walk alone with spectres

Who take pleasure as they caress my very soul

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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