Author Junk

Laisser – H.G Scott

Scattered words upon paper page
Reflecting sadness, madness and rage
The scratch of a pen so bitter and bleak
In the dark of night as stars earn their keep

Tear marks blot as they fall down cheeks
Spatter like rain on leather peaks
As the wind blows, a handle swings
As heels click while a hand clings

Deep into the silence, someone turns on a light
Disappearing quietly into the dark night
When it is gone and morning is due
On paper is still left one word…



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