What is it that time has foretold
I need a stranger
In the darkness of this night
Whom shall it be
Where shall I go
Its ideas like this
That I can barely hold
Send me away
For the shadow I cast
Is Not My Own
And who is this
I beckoned before
This is not a trial
But merely A Life relived
Who is it
That passed along this sin
I wander down this dark alley tonight
Reliving all I know
And I will once again raise my fist,
And thrust this bloody stone
Run from me,
Should the darkness come
I am not the man I seem
Pray daylight unfolds
And it is yet another dream.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
Brilliant ..love it..
Vesna..
You write of deep darkness but with so much inner heart, so loved this write, quite a gem, Blessing's Valerie