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Lurking Shadows, Tired Mind
The back of my mind,
Lurking, Creeping,
These shadows be seeking,
To make me do,
Unthinkable things.
Then, Blinding.
Light in the shadows,
Like a beacon shining bright.
Held my hands down,
Stopped my shaking.
And calmed my crazed mind.
Lurking, Creeping,
These shadows be seeking,
To make me do,
Unthinkable things.
Then, Blinding.
Light in the shadows,
Like a beacon shining bright.
Held my hands down,
Stopped my shaking.
And calmed my crazed mind.
Published 4th Apr 2010
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5th Apr 2010 1:43pm
i've truly enjoyed reading this one - moving, little poem full of nice metaphors standing against each other: shadow and light, day and night; crazy and balanced. such a well written poem!
22nd Apr 2010 6:33pm
