Visitor. A poem.

You thought you’d drop round and visit meBringing clouds and miseryTo rain upon my weary doorAnd highlight my bleak historyYou thought you’d walk here by my sideAnd plum the depths, right here insideTo cast a shadow over meTo drown me in the deepening tideA visitor, that comes and goesThat wracks my thoughts with heady blowsAnd burns me like a funeral pyre And leaves me spent, from head to toeYou thought you’d get away with thisBy stealing all my heartfelt blissA pseudonym for hurt and painA sorry state that won’t be missed For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Visitor. A poem.