Nicole's coughing woke Nigel and Ian. It was half seven in the morning and in a way, it was just as well that the three friends were awake. The owner of the shop doorway they had been sleeping in would be arriving soon to open for about eight and he has a severe dislike of the idea that his premises are being used in the manner that the three waking friends are using it. The coughing though, this is what was really worryi...
Is it fateHow we relateWhen things are greatWe celebrateWe shift and spinHonoring our winIgnoring our sinsThe darkness withinThere is no painFor me to explainNo way to complainWhen we've gone insaneGoing day by dayIs there any other wayShould I simply stayIs it time to walk awayPerhaps a little napA voyage sans mapNo arms around me wrapNo love to fill the gapUntilWe shift one againRushing through our veinsWe find ourselve...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Lonely in the night and rain,My heart is lost in bare, cold dreamsThat slide beneath the rotting mulch,Never to be brought to life.Let the shadows sing in pain,Shuddering mists upon the moors;The year fades dark in drifting seasWhere serpents writhe in hidden caves.Paper flowers and candle starsBite the air in darkling smokeWher...
