Sometimes in my idleness
I peer behind the door
Out escapes a dark specter
A shadow I desired to see no more

This danger to my being
Pass through my frightened mind
As the shaking begins
Trying to remember
It exists only in past time

It no longer has the physical power
In any way influence my life
Its presence
Only that of stale air
Of misspent love and strife

No more will rough hands strangle me
Or throw me with without care  to the floor
Inflicting its own mind’s pain upon me
I slowly close the door

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