Move on
All the ghostly memories
Dancing in the street
A carousel of weeping hearts
The picture is complete
Grasping at the images
Drifting towards my gaze
I wonder where the end is
Of this fitful frightful maze
How can i break the chain of thoughts
That hold me to this place
That paint a picture of a future
My soul will never grace.
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2018-09-02 at 15:26
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