Acid Senses – Poem

The moaning

And the scratching keeps me up at night

My house too close to that which fear festers

At day they dissipate

Returning to the ground

But over time,

Their presence still linger

They invade your senses

And nothing will ever sounds as good,

Taste as good,

Or look as good,

Ever again

Their smell unyielding

The mental images

I try to foil

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