as
loneliness
creeps in
succumbing
in darkness
i cling
on thorny
branches
that forces its way
to my skin
a reminiscence
of buried
memories
that haunts me . . .
by Rob
sensory replays
. . . seen, heard, smelt, felt, tasted
as
loneliness
creeps in
succumbing
in darkness
i cling
on thorny
branches
that forces its way
to my skin
a reminiscence
of buried
memories
that haunts me . . .
by Rob
