I live in a house of light.
jangling past as I March
through dark corridors,
I Pray for the ones
That lost All meaning,
So knowing the place
from alone they came.
Most are Anymore than cold.
Though some will
remain the same.
None that I Hold
with this Ring
of keys,
Keys of gold.
keep writing
i like this
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot