Quote by Stewart Stafford

“When The Lights Go Out by Stewart Stafford When the lights go out, From the seeds of doubt, Phantoms come a-skittering. Slow at first, Then, as if a dam burst, My psyche starts withering. From a dune of sand, Grabs a clawing hand, My heartbeat takes to dithering. Then an immovable object, A vast shadow standing erect, My paralysis is blithering. But come the dawn of day, I can finally break away, My consciousness starts filtering. © Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”

Quote by Stewart Stafford