Daniel .E. Hemme Poems

All true darkness takes time,
all true fears have tasted pain.
All shadows hunt the frightened,
like children they flee,
...

I do not know what to believe,
is this ink,
or blood,
that stains my page,
...

The hidden faces,
Within the shadows,
The hidden voices,
Between the whispers,
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The man with nothing
sits on an empty street;
filled with more nothing
and nothing more.
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