Dancing upon my peripheral vision
Fear is instilled like a surgeon's incision
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Darkness
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Reflected a sign of despair
Enhancing by each sensation aware
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Touched
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So slight so gentle so subtle
Epidermis refusing to seek a rebuttal
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Audible
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Menacing footsteps approach
Determined and destined to simply encroach
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Scent
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Such as rotting wood decomposed
Fear in the air my location exposed
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Departure
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Overwhelmed, my actions defenseless
As slumber descends upon me so relentless
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Startled
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The visions quickly have scattered
Returned to a place in my mind that is shattered
About the Creator
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx6 days ago in FYI
Comments (1)
This was unsettling! And that picture that accompanies it really set the tone. This is going to stay with me for a bit!