Thoughts;
Eloquent and true.
Listen to their tone.
Their lonely,
Lonely tone.
So damn forlorn; alone.
Put them down,
Those beautiful reveires,
On paper through a pen’s sable blots.
And then,
As if by some enchantment,
Their once gorgeous music
Begins
To
Sink.
And then,
all is lost,
All beauty you’ve sought
Of which you can think nevermore,
as were I to erstwhile.
YOU ARE READING
Within the Catacombs of the Soul
Short Story"They who dream by day are cognizantof many things which escape those who dream only by night." Edgar Allan Poe. A collection of short stories and poems written over the years by Alexis Pool.
