The spirit sinksbelow, beneaththe worldthat once was warm. The spirit speaksalonewith his fathersharingpipe tobaccoin a dark room. The spirit smilesup at his motheras they sharesecretsover tea. The spirit seesthe foolshe called friendssimply to wastetime. The spirit seekssolacefrom his memoriesand the willto forget them. The spirit surrenderswhat remainsof his selfto endhis suffering. The spirit singswith hisContinue reading “The Sinking Spirit”
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Davey Cobb 