The Shadow

The Shadow

Memories hang in the cold icy air
Like the darkest shards of hurt they remain
When all I feel is this now raging pain
Rekindling thoughts of times I just don’t care
Until my cold eyes see you lying there
In shrouds of death that left a crimson stain
The shadow of a lost love lost again
And all I can do is stand here and stare


©JG Farmer 2017
Form: Italian Octave

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