Sometimes

Sometimes in the dead of nightTired limbed and bleary eyedBehind a screen or under ruckI think I hear your calm sigh Sometimes when men sleepAnd ghosts roam the landDreams awake I feel you nearUpon my arm your gentle hand Sometimes in pain I cry outAlone and spent, a shellThen warmth upon my cheekA taste, a … Continue reading Sometimes →

Easter of Eighteen

Forward a year, into the dark Of the future and my journey I look around with sleepless eyes And constant sorrow on my soul The demons dark have shackled me To my Caucasus cliff they wing My being laid bare, they ribbon my soul In Promethean agony I writhe What must I do to save … Continue reading Easter of Eighteen →