As I lay
between worlds.
they appear.
Memories conjured
like ashen embers,
glowing in the din.
A lambent guilt,
my haunter in the dark.
Closed eyes,
forever futile
against
aurora’s reckoning vigil.
David W. R. Rule
David W. R. Rule
As I lay
between worlds.
they appear.
Memories conjured
like ashen embers,
glowing in the din.
A lambent guilt,
my haunter in the dark.
Closed eyes,
forever futile
against
aurora’s reckoning vigil.