Ruin, Gothic Poetry by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
Ruin When sleep won't come the ghosts appear they never left just disappeared for short a time I remember the old days when you were mine What fun we had crazy mad, and glad to be alive The goodness died the fabulous faded jaded memories tarnished stories errors too loud to quiet the night The ghosts walk proud as we march with them to ruin © 2020 Sarnia de la Maré