by steve1223adelaide, South Australia
Mar 2014 424 Views 4 comments
In The Shadows
It follows, from shadow to shadow
So close I can almost smell it
It’s putrefying rank presence
Fear has a terrifying hold on me
Will I survive this terrible night?
So close I can almost smell it
It’s putrefying rank presence
Fear has a terrifying hold on me
Will I survive this terrible night?
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Posted: Mar 2014
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Comments (4)
I don't know what the fear is of that which you speak,
but if it is akin to my fear of loneliness
that terrify me to the point, sometimes
...if I can muster the couage to want to survive
another night of my solitary terror, then I "relate"!
Short poem with volumous impact!
Wonderful write, my friend!
Robert
What scares a man like you? It makes me wonder.
Or is this your imagination? Have a blessed day