Best Poem of C.W. James

Days Consumed By The Nights Shadow
Turn out the lights,
Blow out the sun,
For seeing causes my body much pain.
Send the choir from the trees,
Silence all joy and fun,
It's enough to drive me from the valley of the sane.

Half dressed I sigh,
No words can I speak,
A throat too dry, a mind too blank.
No movement can come . . .
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Lost In The Asphodel Meadows
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No gates guard what subsists deep in darkness,
Only the veil of life covers lands beyond,
Until death provides a path of access,
Forth one travels and can never abscond.
Ones departure is timed by Lichesis,
Supervising time in the mortal pond,
Where one was smote without word in silence,
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