http://slow.writerscafe.org/wrcroatt The original writings of author W. R. Croatt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108770 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Christian man, bloodbath savedSo for me, death does not waitQuiet, unless I speakAnd when I speak, words chosen carefullyCreater, weeperMisunderstood by all but fewKeeper, brotherI love because I hateOr, maybe, I hate because I love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wrcroatt/1946563/ We've been two years in unloving romanceAnd we came from passion To masksTwo years may become threeAnd fourAnd five years in unloving romance Till the end of our sixthAnd then we may find that there is your seventh And also there will be mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wrcroatt/1941654/ Regarding reoccurring nightmares http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wrcroatt/1805685/ Simply a poem about deep remorse, the kind that haunts a person. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wrcroatt/1775034/ Silent sweeper creeping nearerIn the lightless room behind my doorEre the foreboding of this silent creeper,With my searing pangs of draining tormentAnd crippling grappling for safety by my door,The lightless room did not seem so darkAnd lightlessness had no effect on meJust this once it comes past .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wrcroatt/1773875/