Darkness ensues the gathering awaits
Cold and damp I run straight for the gate
He follows. He sees. He knows everything
I run away scared for the darkness he brings
He’s the incubus. The strife. The things in my life
I hide behind walls yet see the flash of the knife
Twisting. Turning. Down narrow halls
Like a caged animal with naught to fall
I close my eyes And count to ten
Wake up from this nightmare that I was stuck in
But what if it’s not such a simple little dream
Yet the harsh realities of things unseen?
© Spiritual Animystical
MEANING:
I've done another poem, and I thought I'd post it in here. I've not written poetry for a few months now, and so, again, I posted it on poetry.com. But thought I'd cross post it in here. I don't know what's got me writing again, a muse, stressors in my life, whatever.. but these last 2 are so deep... and it shocks me that I'm writing them. Anyhoo.. enjoy.
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