Knock on this door,
So it will open wide.
Lift your mouth to the shadows,
Whisper your soul inside.
Memories that come from places within,
Flood this new darkness to turn into sin.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.