please come hither
take the anguish from my eyes
please come hither
make my dreams come to life
the perpetual torment
that skulks with me day to day
has no shape, no face, or form
just a large cloud of gray
not changing day to day
now i ask you
if you please
come hither to me
on my darkest days
help me find my way
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 