The Door

I am not a poet by nature, but this piece came to me as I contemplated the loss of my muse, Chris Cornell. I guess he has retained his power to get me writing after all. I wish so fervently that things were different, and that this poem never got penned.

The Door

The Door – written after the tragic passing of Chris Cornell

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Night poetry

After listening to a favourite song one night, these words just poured out from an origin unknown. It’s not the usual sort of writing I produce, but I won’t complain if it happens again.

When night moves down 1