Poems from the book ‘Flames and Shadows’, the forthcoming poetry collection by Ross Adamson.
As ghostly as a graveyard
In the murky depths of night,
His eyes are like extinguished fires,
Long gone the gift of light ...
You only see me on good days.
On bad days I suffer alone.
When feeling half-dead,
I curl up in my bed
And I hide from the world on my own ...
I’ve reached the conclusion
That life’s an illusion
And death’s just the end of the show.
But one thing’s uncertain:
At the fall of the curtain,
What happens and where do we go? ...