Hag-ridden

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
In a world of horrific events, we are often shielded from the true enormity of the situation. I know no more than anyone else, but I do know that there are people out there suffering, tormented by the horrors they see unfold in front of their eyes. We live in a world where sometimes it isn't the "grown up's" that are the only people hurt, the only people to experience pain.

Submitted: September 03, 2015

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Tomorrows nightmare, crept into last nights dream.

Its in his eyes, my death does gleam.

With each hag in rags, clambering through.

No crevice of my mind is safe from you.

 

 

 

I apologised a thousand times,

But my words were covered, by the church bell’s chimes.

The whistle of the wind and thunder of the storm,

The creak of the window, through the bedroom door.

 

 

 

The broken glass, and dinted frame,

Outlines now what my life became.

Wondrous horrors of years gone by,

The lost young boy, the little girls cry. 


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