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Jan 2013
A timeless void
dark and vast
crushing weight of the past
slowly rises to the fore
gliding past my bedroom door
all it wants is my soul
for darker reasons left untold
I curse aloud
and quake with fear
rancid breath,very near
blood red eyes meet my gaze
taste the fear in this place
now and then when I cry
I often think of that time
all alone with my thoughts
a broken window,then pulled out
heavy footsteps on the stair
I have finally made it out of there.
Scot Powers
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Scot Powers  Calgary ,Alberta, Canada
(Calgary ,Alberta, Canada)   
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