Gust of wind penetrate through the darkness.

Each gust of wind picks.up momento as it swirls angeily through the over grown branches. Deep whistling crashing through the leaves tip tapping at the window. Tip tapping into the dark.Tapping deep into my psych. The street lights are out,  other people are sleeping soundly. Perhaps I am the only one awake. I cannot see where the darkness starts or where it ends. Perhaps it too dances on the storming breeze.
Karen Hayward ©2016

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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