the evening came
with clouds and rain
the coldness slow
begins to drain
the life from you -
story to tell -
how you became
an empty shell...
a shadow grey
beyond repair
with left no will
bout life to care
so now is night
no moonlight though
no left or right
nowhere's a glow...
lay down
to rest last time
let go, just die...
to do it is no crime....
"I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams."
H. P. Lovecraft
H. P. Lovecraft
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
Monday, February 11, 2019
let go
Labels:
poetry,
psychopoetry
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