Poetry

Gnats Adrift

Well deep,

brackish water,

attracts death,

Skeleton hand drifts,

infested by swarming gnats,

Horror to horror,

Death insists,

Death’s wash hung out to dry,

Covering barn and sky,

on All-Hollow Moon’s eve.

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (Address never made public)

Name

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

The Author Page of Historian Steve Dundas

Trying to grow into the successful man God called me to be

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

Deep is my love. Deep is my passion. Deep is where I lift a world that's tearing itself down.

BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH

PUBLISH STORIES.

My Life And Everything Within It

%d bloggers like this: