Author: Rick Ryckman
Looking into the mirror.
The shadows come and plunge me into the darkness.
Where is the escape from my fears?
My sorrows bleed their mournful cries.
My mind falters into despair.
The hourglass consumes with its cold steel cage.
The barbaric demons are at the gate.
The reaper dances on the pendulum of time.
Its rhythm rattles my heartbeat for eternity.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, October 5 2006, 01:02 am|
I'm a Rick Ryckman fan! Do it again, do it again! Do the wonder with your pen! This poems sounds haunting, taunting... I'm lovin' this X-File poem.
Creative write Mr. Ryckman!
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