I know by chance of lands akin to these,
That on a darkling plane do co-abide.
(A sadness lingering on every breeze,
The touch of frost and loss one feels inside.)
I lived there as a Willing many years,
This place of peace and shadows cool to roam,
And used to dark to smother all my fears,
While earthly wanderings sought the fool a home.
Such life was half-lived, hungry, cold and dumb.
And brought a lonely madness to the fore,
For while affection choked with every crumb,
It's new-found taste addicted me to more.
I sit now, cold, in shadows of disgrace
While blinding thoughts torment me with your face.
About the Creator
Conor Darrall
Short stories, poetry and some burble . Irish traditional musician, medieval swords guy, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD/CPTSD/Brain Damage. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com
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