A Shell of a Poet
I am the shell of a POET, who's Soul now lives in Eternity
He left me with his past: his sorrows and agonizing Memories
I am ,but a dead man living in the shell of his conscience
Striving to be the light on a Starless Moonless, stroll to loneliness
Where the painful cries of silence, explode through-out my brain
Where the blinding shadows, web the skies, and life is "Forever Midnight
There is no Dawn, no Sunrise, no Sunsets, in the ebony sea of despair
To be Continued; It took me 2 weeks to write this. it will take me a week
to Write part 2. I will try to write 2-3 comments a week, unless Phillip
is here. I wait at the Gate of Heaven to meet YOU. ALWAYS and FOREVER
YOUR Liege...HG
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