In The Dead Of Day (Descent Into Madness) Poem by Wayne Leon Learmond
In The Dead Of Day (Descent Into Madness)
There is a time
called: 'The Dead of Day'
When it seems the silence
will not go away.
When it seems that
everyone has gone.
And you are here,
left all alone.
To wander round
the city streets.
While in you're mind
you're madness meets.
The silence of
The Dead of Day.
You descend into madness
and scream away...
Sunday, August 27, 2006
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4/23/2024 6:24:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Simply superb dear wayne. I like your style.