
I enter the fade like a fog the night
A ghost shrouded in net curtains
A dream made nightmare made more
Where hollow eyes look up, not down
Dark patches of midnight blotting a weeping moon
Here, purgatorial blooms proliferate
Surging in reckless monochrome
Sprouting wherever with no desire for shade
Never accepting death’s cascading sorrows
Never believing the simple truth
That there’s nothing to feel but feelings themselves
Because there’s nothing to feel at all
Thank you for reading
Richard

Ooh, nothing to feel at all….
I know! I’m so morbid lol
This is wonderful, Richard
Thank you very much 🙂
You’re very welcome 😊