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Pitter patter Pitter patter Tip-toed on supple feet Through the house Down the hall Quietly discreet The inhabitants of the household Resting, sound asleep Attempting not to breach the trust I've worked so hard to keep Anonymity is conducive From past high levels of deceit Striving diligently for a common goal But one that can be reached Not adapting to a stagnant life Through the strangers that we'll meet But protected by a safety net Like a child under sheets Not stampeded by the raging bulls While others count their sheep But hidden deep within the lions den Where one can hear his own heartbeat Has the beast succumb to his hunger Is there nothing else to eat Shall I end up as a midnight snack Transformed into a pile of mincemeat I grab hold of my foundation Made from bittersweet concrete Safe from harm or danger A place where fear is obsolete A gentle roar is humming now The air begins to stir I feel something approaching I fear what will occur Has my time come to its ending Through the darkness I see light I recognize the sound I hear It's my mother, wishing me good night
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
Through The Darkness
Pitter patter Pitter patter Tip-toed on supple feet Through the house Down the hall Quietly discreet The inhabitants of the household Resting, sound asleep Attempting not to breach the trust I've worked so hard to keep Anonymity is conducive From past high levels of deceit Striving diligently for a common goal But one that can be reached Not adapting to a stagnant life Through the strangers that we'll meet But protected by a safety net Like a child under sheets Not stampeded by the raging bulls While others count their sheep But hidden deep within the lions den Where one can hear his own heartbeat Has the beast succumb to his hunger Is there nothing else to eat Shall I end up as a midnight snack Transformed into a pile of mincemeat I grab hold of my foundation Made from bittersweet concrete Safe from harm or danger A place where fear is obsolete A gentle roar is humming now The air begins to stir I feel something approaching I fear what will occur Has my time come to its ending Through the darkness I see light I recognize the sound I hear It's my mother, wishing me good night
The fear of the unknown should be embraced
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
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