Make all the pain stop take it all away, death shall come like a thief in the night, lucid, like a wayward friend. This heart thrust fourth a loneliness most could never fully fathom. Spiders weave their webs in midnight silhouette, an inconclusive rattling of time, eyes that echo a dawn, never seen. I held her within the weathered palm of my hand, for a brief moment of time, only to let her slip away.
About the Poet:
Wayne Russell is or has been many things in his time upon this planet, he has been a creative writer, world traveler, graphic designer, former soldier, and former sailor. Wayne has been widely published in both online and hard copy creative writing magazines. From 2016-17 he also founded and edited Degenerate Literature. In late 2018, the editors at Ariel Chart nominated Wayne for his first Pushcart Prize for the poem Stranger in a Strange Town. “Where Angels Fear” is his debut poetry book published by Guerrilla Genesis Press.
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