Comments about John Hess
Accept Your Blight
As he walks the path he remembers her;
Old memories and new, come crashing in a blur.
As he walks the path lost in thought;
Something watches and whispers, careful not to be caught.
Cold this night the chill bites deep;
In the pain of failure, he begins to weep.
Cold this night it approaches unseen;
The words 'let her go' echo unclean