Leo Long


Leo Long is a part-time poet, you can view my professional profile here: https://www.linkedin.com/in/leo-long-%F0%9F%8C%8D-%E2%99%BB%EF%B8%8F%F0%9F%8C%B2-3268433b/

Do Not Enter
Yet curiosity picks at the rusty locks
Encasing that eldritch tomb
Where decaying love lays strewn

Creak and crack it stands ajar
Peering I rake the desolate void
Where mouldy memories hang from hooks
And whimpering joy peeps from crannies and crooks

Each wary step raises moon dust
A swirling black ballerina
Engulfing gladness in gloom
Soot and ashes covering the room

Feelings fade in tattered scrapbooks
Delight in a pile is shrivelled and torn
A blackened mirror shudders to bare
The gnarled image now I wear

Gravely I turn to leave this wretched place
Silently mocked by misery and woe
In the shadowy haze I stop and look around
Searching for sanity in the Lost-and-Found

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