Doubt Poem by Victoria Revier

Doubt



The old bricks crumble
Ghouls shriek in the dim moonlight
This sleep will end soon
Worry not
I shall come for you
Have no doubt
Your soul may gnaw at you to run,
Don't you listen for one moment,
The roses will be along shortly
Wait for me,
Always

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