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Force-fed Fear
My heart of stone
Adrift in the afterglow
Crucified emotionally
In the depth of fear
Smitten by smiles
Of condescension
In the shadows
Of morose ghosts.
Adrift in the afterglow
Crucified emotionally
In the depth of fear
Smitten by smiles
Of condescension
In the shadows
Of morose ghosts.
Published 25th Oct 2017
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25th Oct 2017 10:48pm
27th Oct 2017 2:55am
It is indeed, fed to us a million different ways on the daily.
~anonshadow
~anonshadow
26th Oct 2017 8:12am
They haunt you don't they? wordless faceless figures circling your mind, their peripheral presence felt, when you think in a certain way:) good read anonshadow. This poem reminds me of waking dreams, or just missing the tail of a fading nightmare.
27th Oct 2017 2:56am
Exactly, they sneak up at every corner and haunt the subconscious. Thank you for reading, Grace, I appreciate it.
~anonshadow
~anonshadow
