Once more a shadow walks
the dark recesses of my soul.
Opening door’s that have
long been left closed and
releasing things locked away.
Memories of a long dead past play
across my tightly closed eyelids.
Curled into a ball with hands covering
my ears, I struggle to shut out the
screams of crushed and dying dreams.
mkt
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Once more a shadow walks
the dark recesses of my soul.
Opening door’s that have
long been left closed and
releasing things locked away.
Memories of a long dead past play
across my tightly closed eyelids.
Curled into a ball with hands covering
my ears, I struggle to shut out the
screams of crushed and dying dreams.
mkt
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