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I’m afraid, to close my eyes
Though sleep takes over me
It’s when the dead awaken
And I’m no longer free to be
They’re coming at me, running
Demons find the easiest way
To be spiteful, in their glory
And these thoughts, I can’t allay
They beckon to my very soul
To follow where they roam
And I fall helpless to their plea
A ghastly place, this catacomb
Try though I might, to wrestle away
They keep me close, so I can’t breathe
Red eyes, thumping evil hearts
Shooting fire, as they seethe
Inescapable, in their clutches
I try my best, these thoughts, to quell
Yet I cannot overcome the darkness
I’ve lost the battle, in this living hell
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Photo via Pixabay CC0 (color changes by me)
The Militant Negro said:
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you, my friend!! ❤
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WaltPage said:
Ah yes. The return of Dark Dorinda. We’ve missed you. ☺❤
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thanks so much, my friend 🙂 ❤
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WaltPage said:
My pleasure ☺❤
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thelonelyauthorblog said:
This is very good.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much, Drew 🙂
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johnfreda said:
This…is in my top 3 favorite poems you’ve written.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Oh, thank you, John! One of mine, too 😉
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AdnamaMarais.wordpress.com said:
Like this.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you! 🙂
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AdnamaMarais.wordpress.com said:
You are Welcome.
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kaylaannauthor said:
Quite the storytelling!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Quite the nightmare!! Thanks, KaylaAnn!
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Michael said:
Ooh nice
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thanks, Michael! 🙂
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