The search

Whither shall he go When a vacuum of emptiness is left behind Where once stood a figure of love Will emptiness fill him with despair When memories tug at his soul on every minute

Clouds

Stagnant Dark clouds of rain Such immensity yet petulant in manner Art thou filled with envy? Such vanity thy possess Canst thou see this groveling creature in need

Lay me to rest

Its gonna be a sleepless night. Neither can I forget nor find reprieve from all these feelings I play hide and seek with The silence of the night surrounding the abode of emptiness I dwell in
Cherry

The Peephole

Short burst of paranoia set around the peephole in my front door.

THE PROUD ITALIAN- PART ONE

The doctor has shut the door but I can hear every word. “Mr Monzopolates, it seems there has been an injury to your Achilles tendon-“ “My what?”

For Ivy

Mommy's little angel And daddy's little girl Forever you will be Though you will grow and change Immortal in our eyes you will remain Little feet and little hands

For Pierce

Every breath you take Will be important Every word you say Will be heard Never let anyone put you down You will grow to be a man With the world at your feet My love, my son

The Lost Path 8

The final part, or where I wish to leave it for now. I may write further adventures, if there is any interest. Either way, this chapter has now ended. Thanks to all who read to the end!

R.I.P

There’s a certain joy, a satisfaction In words text, nothing spoken. A rhythm a flow even pofanity Has place and meaning…a glow Between the lines the harshness

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