Tuesday, August 10, 2021

The Chill Within The Room By John Patrick Robbins



Maybe it's a fairytale we have outgrown.

But it might just be that the glass has cracked, allowing all the magic to run out.

The dark surely will encompass all.

So hold onto whatever it takes to get you through.

Maybe, is a question that poisons hope yet bleeds an ounce of truth.

Whisper your secrets to strangers and bury your hopes for the moment.

It's a long dark night that certainly faces us all.







John Patrick Robbins is the author of the Still Night Session's 
from Whiskey City Press.
His work has been published in Punk Noir Magazine, Fearless Poetry Zine, Lothlorien  Poetry Journal, Horror Sleaze Trash, San Antonio Review, Fixator Press,Piker Press and The Dope Fiend Daily.
His work is always unfiltered. 

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