phantasmagoria/

Posted on January 2, 2021 by Michael Raven

wraith remembrances
of phantom pasts haunt
me, each clinging like
gossamer filigree
to entwine me to the
desolation of worlds
without end

pulled through the harrow
scraped clear of all hope
the taunting begins anew
chimaerical hands
reaching with fresh promises
for fools

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Enter your comment here...

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this:

Like this:

Related

Leave a Reply Cancel reply