Find the Truth
Posted on 16 February, 2017
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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…
Category: PoetryTags: amwriting, fear, Poem, Poetry, undead
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Bones are that which keeps you here
Turn to dust and your soul will yield
Forgive this old fool
For the mistakes he’ve made
Leave me be and let the past fade
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