David Blake - A Memory

Words lost vague references to
things I thought I might have said.
Strange places filled with
shadows, hollow echoes,
memories and the tears that are
no longer lies. Sitting in the
stillness of the night under the
silver light of the kissing moon
unaware of the life that has slowly
passed me by, numb I remain.

David Blake

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