These mountains stand with fear,
for howling ghosts reappear.
Wolves try not to shed a tear,
and I, myself, shall disappear...
because maybe then, it'll all be clear.
October 2015
YOU ARE READING
The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
Tracing Rocks
These mountains stand with fear,
for howling ghosts reappear.
Wolves try not to shed a tear,
and I, myself, shall disappear...
because maybe then, it'll all be clear.
October 2015
