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The Catacombs Of My Mind |
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Lost in memory's catacombs,
Searching for some hint
of light,
Trying to find a little relief
From this
long, infernal night.
Burning hooches' flickering
flames,
Paint shadows on stygian walls,
Providing no
real illumination as
I stumble through darkness and fall.
Phantom voices cry out in pain;
I hear curses, and
anguished moans,
But no matter how frantically I search,
I remain lost and alone.
Forlorn specters haunt these
chambers,
Somber and deep within my mind;
Remembered
pain and mocking death
Are the only companions I'll ever
find. |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2008
Listed
April 6, 2011 |
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