Ashley Anglesey


The Lake

I watch as the fog comes off the lake,
its birth like thousands of souls rising from death.
Like ghosts of my past that never forsake,
but haunt me with every labored breath.

The darkness seeps in and explodes with violent rain,
the acid tears burn as they envelope me.
Sometimes I think I'd rather be numb than feel the pain,
But when I'm with you, I know that could never be.

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