Poem
The Dark
Published in
Oct 3, 2024
Be afraid, be so afraid, the ghosts, oh so dark.
Drag with them memories.
Lifted off my feet.
Knives from within.
The ghosts poke and prod, the have nots, the will nots.
The what have I, what have I done.
Dark secrets, and you don’t know. Can’t know.
I am alone in the night with the ghosts and their knives.
And memories.
Memories and the cold, cold dark.
