Memory Loss
Visions of illustrated forks
Pointing your direction
To the far away mystic night
Where the werewolves howl
Guiding you to your room
Filled with lights and sorrow
The same fearful sound
Of clicking, like an unwanted houseguest
Or a stray dog with no name
Piercing the hallow depths
Of your pitiful imagination
Let your cranium run wild
And point you to somewhere new
Copyright © Troy Gamble | Year Posted 2012
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