Wanting More

The power is fading. From a little corner. Grasping with worried hands. This release to wonder. Apathy and lethargy. Open to fall. Lost in brightness. The door that calls. Seeping into fear. This body will sleep. A fears to consume. And the opposite to keep. Coming to an end. The mind finds sorrow. I never had the keys. Let’s see ourselves to hollow.

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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