Drifting Darkly Poem by Greg Gaul

Drifting Darkly



Falling through pompous poems, spiraling
Slippery sinking, rhyming rolling
In down directions, foreign for me
Cascading in chalkboard screechy sounds
Hanging by nails that can catch and clasp
Clinging to hollow hopes once grasped
Sliding sorrows, long lost dreams dashed
Descending dusty thoughts that propel
Nothing now left of me, you can tell


Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2021

Sunday, February 28, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts,falling
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