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I see you every evening, when I close the light
Darkness in my doorway, lurking in the night
What is it you’ve come for, what is it you need?
You don’t answer, but my sleep, you do impede
I try to close my eyes a bit, yet, I can still see
Your shadow lurking in the night, making fun of me
But I can’t hear your laughter, I can’t hear your voice
I try to block you out of my mind, as if I have a choice
You can leave now, go on, and just let me go to sleep
So I can dream of shadows…
…that around my bedroom, creep
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the demons we fight! this piece had my heart stifled as i read.
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Wow, thank you so much. ❤
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Delightfully devine deviant darkness Dorinda 😊💛
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Disheartening, dismal, dreary dark 😊🧡
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Delicious Dreams 🙂 ❤
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I really love this Dorinda
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Thanks so much, Lorraine! ❤
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I feel like the monster could easily be insanity or something real! I like stories/poems with that unreliable narrator feel.
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It actually is real. The monster is called depression. Nothing unreliable about the narrator (that would be me). 🙂
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Ah, well, then the poem still makes sense! It’s an internal monster, kind of like the unseen pain/illness you spoke of a day or two ago!
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Yes, there are many forms of the unseen. I try to be the voice of the ones I know best. 😊
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