Poetry from Stoke On Trent. The various verses within this blog explore my changing reality and mood swings. Verses that meander around domestic violence, self harm and mania, then return to enjoy happier thoughts and emotions from my childhood and the local area and its fantastic history and heritage. This is truly subversive and thought provoking literature from the heart of England that will live with you forever.
Saturday, May 29
Darkness Calls - By Stephen Harvey
When grey clouds fall
Upon my mind
The world stands still
An unfailing decline
Down in to the depths
Far below the light
The sun fails to reach
It stays forever night
The darkness knows my name
It whispers my return
Im called to sinners corner
Where souls are left to burn
The legions call out loud
They wrap me in their shroud
Where ever decreasing circles
Enbalm me tightly bound
Poetry from Stoke On Trent. The various verses within this blog explore my changing reality and mood swings. Verses that meander around domestic violence, self harm and mania, then return to enjoy happier thoughts and emotions from my childhood and the local area and its fantastic history and heritage. This is truly subversive and thought provoking literature from the heart of England that will live with you forever.
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