POETRY | Gone by John Prabakaran Solomon

More Gone and forgotten, Haunting my soul, Oddly familiar, Maybe a norm.   Screams and moans fill my ears, Can I look forward to another kill? Maybe it’s all in the thrill. Where else can I find my fill.   Whish. Slash. I disappear. Not knowing when I’ll reappear. Knowing now knowing when I’ll kill. … Continue reading POETRY | Gone by John Prabakaran Solomon