By SOPOETIC They infiltrate our serenity and peace of mind with cynicism, scepticism, materialism of every kind. Yet, every night most people disappear into a world unseen, where dead people visit, the ego roams freely in effervescent dreams. © All poetic works displayed on this website are copyright of the original author. All rights reserved.
By SOPOETIC Climbing up the pillar posts, Chilling as the holy ghosts, Serious man wearing white cloaks, Church hall full of old folks, Sssh.. they sing, between hymns, from the back of their throats, Old man tastes the body of Christ and chokes. It’s almost over a choirboy boasts. I can’t wait to go home […]