Eternal Vacancy. A sonnet.

You are as far from my thoughts as you aren’t Sequestered and dream-like, merely a ghost Wandering hallways that lie black and burnt My mind harks to you, once or twice at most Another fills this shady vacancy Whispering lonely hellos and goodbyes From the shadows that long imprison me Manufacturing bindings for the blindContinue reading “Eternal Vacancy. A sonnet.”