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He scattered my thoughts
Paled the vivid colors, blocked,
Then frightened away my dreams
He was darkness, the ebony night;
Chasing shadows round my head,
His visions, quite obscene
Like a nightmare, far too real;
My slumber, shackled,
Chained, within my silent scream
He held the key, I’m no longer free
From the darkness of my memory
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
That was very dramatic. All the points that keep in or lead us into that prison of holding on the past.You have an awesome skill of writing, Dorinda!
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Thank you so much, Erika! I wrote this piece at 3:30am. Seems to be my dark time, when the house is asleep and my mind is awake 🙂
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Oh, that makes pretty much sense now! A good time for creepy thoughts… 😊
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hahaha I’m beginning to think any time is a good time!!
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That’s true… haha!!!
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Well done. I liked this.
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Thank you so much, Andrew!
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Dark is good now and again 😉
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Yes, yes it is 🙂
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Oh my this is wonderful! I think sometimes we are never free of those memories. Personally speaking I mean! Beautiful poem. For me they are reminders to not go back there. Sometimes memories are wonderful teachers. I love this poem! Have a blessed day! 😀
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Thank you so very much, MM!! Yes, there are definitely things in the past that should just remain there. Have a wonderful day 🙂
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I hope you had a wonderful day! 😄
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Yes I did! I hope you did, too!! 🙂
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💜
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