A Dark Cloud

October 29, 2020

The Shadow hovers…

as I wake

from my sleep

Respreading its

shroud

from a future once bleak

Its darkness portends

what fear

seeks to end

All memory entombed,

as wishes

pretend

(Ashwood Manor: October, 2020)

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