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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: The Imaginarium


In these darkened shadows,

I’m holding onto nothing,

Blindly leading myself forward,

In the masses of disorder.


Walking down imaginary paths unexplored,

My heart and soul strongly implored,

From the monster that whispers to me,

A monster I cannot actually see.


All around me it speaks in devilish tongue,

Its words a song a million times sung,

“Escape to the surface” it cries,

And from there, the soul flies.

Submitted: March 19, 2018

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The invisible monster that whispers -- the problem is that when you can't see them you can't escape either. An excellent poem, Reaper.

Mon, March 19th, 2018 9:27pm


Well its a poem about rising from your own darkness and becoming one with reality. Kind of like being shy. Thanks for the comment and I'm happy you liked it.

Mon, March 19th, 2018 2:46pm

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