Wayward
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It was a dark place, akin to madness Wrought by a grief held in stasis; Buried alive by choices Made in assumed ignorance And wilful blindness. Rooted in the memory of a past long dead, That rattled its chains in waking nightmares And brittle laughter. Afraid to be seen, afraid to be ignored To pass into…
Sun in Gemini 
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