I can not capture this sense of dissociation
Reflected in campfires
Of shop windows that blaze.
Walking home
I remember Rome
And see wolves waiting
For the camp’s lights to go out
I can not capture this sense of dissociation
Reflected in campfires
Of shop windows that blaze.
Walking home
I remember Rome
And see wolves waiting
For the camp’s lights to go out
Oooh. Very dark. You convey mych in a few words
Thank you. It represented my state of mind at a particular moment in time.
I know what you mean. Some of my poetry comes from a darker time.
Life is a mixture of dark and light. Its impossible to have the dark without the light.