Sometimes a mood takes me over…a voice enters my head, a song flows from my tongue or a poem strikes my soul. It’s cold in the dark, where the circles just twist one upon another…Eventually, I wake up, get a cup of coffee and write the spookiness out of the moment. – CAG
Cold Circle – by C. A. Griffin
Mine heart made cold by revenge,
Mine eyes blurred by the tears,
Thus my hands are stained red by the blood.
My hair turned white with fear,
Mine skin made to sweat with desperation,
Thus my gut trembles with hate.
My mind made mad by the acts,
My body carved anew in the fight,
‘Til finally my soul is damned forever.
And I care not…for my heart was made cold by revenge.
-CAG – May 31, 2012