Ever Running

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How often, does that moment repeat,

Like a jagged puzzle, it gets pieced together

Right in front of you, just the same it gets dismantled,

It plays out, every second, in every direction,

Looking into the twisted crystal ball that you can’t let go,

Your mind is overtaken, they all flood the gates

A million voices, stampeding and screaming

For their part to be heard, pushing over one another,

Trying to squeeze through to the front

Just to tear you down a bit more, until you’ve vanished,

Gone into the void, still with those barking thoughts

That seem to be racing around, chasing after itself

As if its trying to catch the villain, not realizing

Their the one with the glowing red eyes,

As they continue emphatically bouncing

Off every echoing wall, and crashing back down

Shaking the stillness within, as you wrestle alone,

Hearing their chatter, louder as they jump

Off ledges, landing beside and all around you,

And all you want, is to sleep.

Awoken by Fear

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He whispers out to her, from nowhere,
Terrified of the shadow
Cast by a stalking reach,
The glow emanating from beyond
It’s stance,
Entrancing her closer,
Trembling, in the warmth of it’s breath
She looks down
Watching, her feet move
Against her own resistance,
She knows she’s at the door
Of it’s stolen domain,
She feels it’s presence crushing her
So much, no sound echoes
When she opens her mouth,
The sleek brush upon her arm
Makes every hair stand at full attention,
She shoves, whips the door closed,
Runs to her bed and finally shrieks!

Her mother sloshes into the room
Sits beside her little girl,
Assures her that there are no monsters, Kisses her on the forehead
And tucks her in.

The closet door creeks open,
As a hand slithers down it’s side,
Stirring the fragile silence
While keeping her, in the gates
Of the monster’s eye.

Nightmare

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I perch here by the stone
Doing my best to pull the words out,
With all my strength, I cannot,
Tongue lost in the echo of still wings,
Not even the sharp mockery of the black bird
Can be heard tapering down my empty halls,
All that is seen, is the abundance
Of a voided pitch, feeling out for a touch,
Too cold to lay here on my own
As the raft sinks down further along
The engulfing river, spilling into dismay,
When can I awake to find her in my arms again?
Please wake me.