The Dead-Bell Ringing


To come to this strange land

My soul in sin – these mists

Of memory between this time

Into past days – this dreary 

Doomed scent of bitterness

Sad and strange , the days

That are no more – all are gone

Tears, idle tears -divine despair

With a promise of emptiness

Come to the arms of grief

That sighs to have thee here

Like a chain about thee

And silence hangs on all

Like a spell – where

Fear grows stronger – as

Darkness grows darker – and

Slowly, slowly the clock unwound

And the time is the time

Now at last the

Dead-bell ringing, as of the dead

Now am I haunted, am I lost

Am I Dead

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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