Poem

  I do not know this swelling like lament or rain collapsing inwards from skin to soul filled with the silent noise of loneliness grown to gaping like the open mouth of death calling There are days without light but never nights without day I am only an echo hushed like a tree with leaves [...]

He grew certain He was being followed   Pursued by something More than evil   That was skulking after   Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook share via Reddit Share with Stumblers Tweet about it Subscribe to the comments on this post