#201 (discarded)

once more I wake up at night  darkness wraps me tight yet my eyes pierce the umbra shadow of an old lamp resting forgotten discarded in the clutter of broken things and broken memories quaint seems the shape of the odd thing my fingers reaching out to touch ancient brass and torn canvas returning recollections … Continue reading #201 (discarded)


#180 (the deep end)

the deep end of my dreams is where fears grow to terrors the landscape of a former quiet night turning into an evil fairground bitterness and pain exchanging candy while pride and prejudice are taking the rollercoaster of doom whack-a-doubt yet I'll never hit and have to spent an extra round in the cabinet of … Continue reading #180 (the deep end)