Amanda D Shelton
Dark Visions In The Night - Poem by Amanda D Shelton
Shadow’s dance on these wall’s,
my thought’s are like crumbling paper,
crunching with every word
my mind makes up.
My breath becomes a labor
of time and passing thoughts,
that I scribbled onto my paper.
Time becomes like the moon,
soon nothing will be left
and visions of last night’s
dark plots and writes.
As always, my muse passed away,
like a dark vision of blacks and gray’s.
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