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Oct 2010
Somewhere amidst
the black, cold night
a presence lurks
that steals all light.
It’s a monster,
it’s bad luck,
a harbinger of doom.
Another nightmare
destined….
for the dark room.

The dark room abides
near our darkest fears,
nestled beside
the River of Tears.
It’s a sad,
lonely,
desolate place.
But it’s always there,
just in case.
Incase
from a dream,
a nightmare should bloom,
We can chase it away…..
into the dark room.
© 2010 Guy Workman
Written by
Guy Workman
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