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Just another headstone in its graveyard.


Submitted:Sep 14, 2013    Reads: 18    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


Exhausted- I keep stumbling forth

while the daimons intrude my girth.

I review my surroundings- his presence approaches

as I rapidly ravel through the branches.

Bewildered I fumble past the trees, each snatching a small piece of my soul.

I falter across a tomb- one of the umpteen outstretched on the horizon- the dread infiltrates my lungs: conflict to control.

In my rear the fissure of leaves pelt like missiles in my ears,

and I try to immerse the lump of fears.

With no way to turn, no route to elude,

he and his minions, into my life they did intrude.

Life- a killer lurching its feed to bombard.

Myself- just another headstone in its graveyard.





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