Richard Hudson

The Ghost

The silent spectre stares from the corner of the room. Cold, callous calculating eyes burning red and gold like the pit of a winters fire.

By Richard Hudson5 years ago in Poets

In Memory of a Life Once Lived

Out five nights a week and rolling into work everyday on time, but worse for wear. No plans made, but living for each moment in its fullest.

By Richard Hudson5 years ago in Poets

Darkness Within

I have no pills left. The chemical cage which contains chaos. I feel different, both exhilarated and afraid. I know the dangers well, shadows, and suspicious figures.

By Richard Hudson5 years ago in Poets

Time

It marches forwards and never stops. Sudden, jerking, relentless. Without it, nothing exists, nothing changes. It is infinite.

By Richard Hudson5 years ago in Poets

Richard Hudson

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The Ghost

In Memory of a Life Once Lived

Darkness Within

Time

Richard Hudson

Bio

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The Ghost

In Memory of a Life Once Lived

Darkness Within

Time

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