(Our third guest poet is a young writer from Stockport, who i met just before Ghost Story II
last year and has returned again this year with another excellent poem.
Danielle has a page on facebook which shares more details about her writing https://www.facebook.com/daniellematthewspoet/?fref=ts and also has a book on
the way with Goya Press due for release later on this year)
Part IX
Studying theories
The man in black
Remained on the
outskirts
Wide awake in
The middle of the
night
Crackling through
Ancient languages
Neuron red
Lost in the past
Teeming with anger
Knowing all too well
What was coming
But knowing
His time on
The chessboard
Was not quite yet.
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@ Danielle Matthews
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Lost
Soul
Keep
the candles burning for me
a lost
wanderer in halls unlit
roaming
through the halls for thee
all
other purpose rendered forfeit
My
tears echo on the floor
an
exclamation of woe on concrete
I see
your face behind every door
and lament
every moment 'til we meet.
So
summon your courage and come inside
where
the walls loom and keep guard
against
intruders from the other side
come
with mischievous intent from afar.
Come
back to me in my darkest hour
which
spans through corridors and years
My
loneliness comes regularly to devour
and
amplify the cacophony of agony and fears.
Keep
the candles lit for me
give me
hope that you'll return
give me
light with which to see
Return once more back to me.@ Danielle Matthews
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