Category: Writers Block
Sitting here being killed by memories.
surrounded by ghosts showing me their faces,
reminding me of when they existed before time called out their end.
Tears fall but they don't wash their shadows away,
No rest for the living, time just keeps ticking, but I can't seem to die.
Time Marches on charging everyone their dues,
leaving in its aftermath only ashes,
and valleys of scattered thoughts.
Time laughs as you try and drink it's pain away,
because It's patient, and waits until it fades, and then it's their to restart the rain.
these thought they try to kill me, but I just can't seem to die.
I really do like this.
It's dark, but a healthy dark. (Unlike many of the posts in this section of the boards.)
Please, let us see more of your writing.
Bob
Thanks BlBobby. They don't come to me as often as they use to but as they do I shall share. Thank you again for your reply.