Pale silence

Posted: February 26, 2016 in Poetry

  
In my land of queer fancies,I sit by the graveyard gate.

With false dawn raising false hopes,

I write by the pale moon glow.

A big tome filled with many names

Names of the Fallen, the long gone.

And right at the very top of the list

I inscribe my own name in bold capitals

For I, amongst all, fell the furthest 

who will catch me? Who’ll embrace me?

Pale darkness, cold tears; 

only this and nothing more
David 2016

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