A Dark Cloud
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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