The night would shard,
'let it fall apart!' you'd scream
as you watched shadows on the wall.
*author's note: this poem has taken off to the stars.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
