A Strange Heart - Poem by David Blake
Fading softly into darkness, descending into
Nothingness, you where my life, how strange
you never knew, Shadowy visions of memories,
impressions in time, dreamy dreary love smudged
out on a cold damp night.
A melody alluring, passing through me, so
very slowly calling me back to places I had
rather never go again. All at once aware of how
very cold this place without light has grown, I
close my eyes, and again, wish you had not gone.
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