Days of Sunless
Days of sunless set the less of soul
Life in madness round a black of hole
Fog upon a bank where darkness quells
Drowning out the sense, amid a world of wishing wells
Bottomless depths within fathomless deeps
Endless torments, end in murky keeps
And all too quick, sands falling lost and fast
Grasping hands, slipping slowly further into black
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
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