The Old Haunted Prison

I walk through the old haunted prison, Seeing the ceiling seep from yesterday’s rains. Dripping into one isolated urinal that … More

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The thick fog that rolled in from the bay each morning dissipated by the time Harold took his daily walk … More

Hand over steadfast hand Intertwining two lives Joining them at the heart. Weaving strength into their fabric, Perfection into their … More

Rusty lost keys fall into the Key Maker’s pail With a clang of discord, another life might fail. He races … More