Poem Of The Week: Sleepy Hollow

Years pass, but her smell still lingers

Her thoughts won’t leave me alone

Echoes fill my wooden heart

Potraits fading

Illusion of her presence

My fortress, smouldering

A rose in a Concrete wall

Broken Soul, petals wilting

Afar in my dreams, her face I see

Sweat and tears, wakes me up

Lost in Oblivion

No embrace, no fist to clench, no hands to hold

Candles, burn in the Rain

Sketches of pain, emotions grow cold

Another lonely day; another memory off my wall

On Wounded Knee, like lost wolf I howl

Painting my tomorrow

Missing her and am SLEEPY HOLLOW

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