A Nightmare Privy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Who am I–

I do not know–

but fear the voices

that grow and grow

in the spaces of my mind–

there is nothing here worth the fight.

In a world where dark resides
and plagues the soul of everyone
why should I matter at all?


Submitted: November 10, 2022

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tom mcmullen

A bit down for you L.E. Good luck!

Thu, November 10th, 2022 7:51am

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Alas, it's true, Tom: people are curious creatures, like a mirror that can never fully be glimpsed. Thanks for reading and commenting. I do appreciate it :)

Wed, November 9th, 2022 11:57pm

AdamCarlton

Interesting use of font style and size to make your point. I hope this is not too autobiographical!

Thu, November 10th, 2022 9:05am

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"Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.”
~Virginia Woolf

Thanks for reading and commenting, Adam.

Thu, November 10th, 2022 5:55pm

HOUDINI

YOU! are the only one who can make yourself matter. YOU always have been that one and till you die you will always be that one!
"The darkest hour is just before dawn!"
Don't abandon us, we are so few...!

Thu, November 10th, 2022 5:51pm

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Thanks for the positive thoughts, Houdini.

Thu, November 10th, 2022 5:56pm

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