Dark
twisted hallways
buried deep
seen only
when half asleep
memories
of horror
rage
pain
begin to stir
begin to stretch
grave worms clawing to the surface.
Walk in a fugue
diseased mind
any out
any way
running
never sure why
from what
only searching
seeking
escape
haunted nightmares.
Grievous pain
knife wounds
stabbed tip
over
over
over
digging hole
to feel
if only for a while.
Bruised eyes
sleep
in death
in life
monsters wait
demons
vampires
no retreat.
This is life
abused
mistrusted
alone
no friends are near
endless screams
pummel
broken skin
anything to stop feeling
anything to eradicate……
haunted memories.
©Feb. 11/20
Picture is my own
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I just want to say that your choice of photos for each of your poems very much sets the tone in the reader’s mind for what is about to be played out with your words. You have a real talent for drawing your reader in and holding them tightly while you drip your world into their minds. Well done, that can’t be taught, it comes from within the writer. Your photographs are as beautiful as your poetry is. Very talented lady! xx♥xx
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