This is the first new piece of any type (poem, short story or other) I have written in about 3 years. Never mind the quality, feel the width, it feels good to get something out again!
Title undecided
The midnight tears still tumble on
And keep the Fates amused.
Totemic of the tattered hope
You casually abused.
Shades of futures slipped from grasp
Still haunt my waking hours,
The cruellest hint of might-have-beens
In lovers bearing flowers.
The darkness settles once again
And cloaks the house in sorrow
Which sucks the joy from yesterday
And poisons our tomorrow.
Yet this carnage you have left
Is as nothing to the fear
That now I'll shun the worthy love
Of gentler souls drawn near.
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