NATIONAL POETRY MONTH

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH Staring at me from within my mind The memory that one cannot erase And no-one else to share my yoke Like a ghost that forever will haunt A heart so cold, it makes one shiver And blood rushing like an icy river A sense of foreboding it will deliver Tender smiles gone as I look gaunt See what a viscous liquid can evoke Wicked thoughts that can only gaze Such that in my state I am resigned