My dreams don't matter
My blood is splattered
Across the walls of my room
Where I met my doom
I am left in tatters
My flesh is scattered
Sleeping numb in my tomb
I dream emptiness
Beneath a blood red moon
As my final breath
Leaks from me
"ex nihilo nihil fit"
In 35 years I've written more poems than I could ever count. Here are some of them, welcome to my poetry blog.
(Montparnasse cemetery Angel photo courtesy of Jeremy Clifft)
