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May 2016
I run from my fate
As I walk beside an angel
The demon close behind
Through hallways in my mind
I hide and it seeks
Like a child’s game of danger
Its eyes appear to grasp
My neck as I just gasp
For air, it’s not there
I have to break, its iron hold
I want to banish, all this cold
Barren emotion
In my head
Indication
That I’m dead
I press my fingers to my eyes
To settle down and realize
I’m dreaming
Just dreaming
Imagination wild
My own inner child
Defining what I see
Is just another mystery
Jeffrey Chamberlain
Written by
Jeffrey Chamberlain  PA, USA
(PA, USA)   
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