David Wolfe

Hi, My name is David—David Wolfe— A whisper carved in midnight’s groan; I sip my coffee, weak and soft, One creamer pale, seven sugars sown. Yet sweetness cannot soothe the dread. That coils nightly ‘round my bed... For phantoms stalk my waking thought—A father’s death, a silent toll; What shall become of me when wrought is shadow’s claim upon his soul? A future blank, a hollow tomb, Where daylight dare not pierce the gloom. Since childhood’s dawn I bled my ink, A poet bound by fate’s design; My voice unheard—but do not think my songs are anything but mine. For After I Remain reveals... the truest wound the darkness feels.