Poetry by Ross Adamson

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As ghostly as a graveyard
In the murky depths of night,
His eyes are like extinguished fires,
Long gone the gift of light ...

Good Days

Good Days

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 ...