Clandestine

 

Light swallowed by shadows

Hearing voices nobody owns

Disembodied, and paralyzed

Good god, I’m PETRIFIED


Falling and falling

Tears as I’m bawling

A deep, aching pain

Swelling in my brain

 

They're closing in, I hear their calls

Silhouettes dancing on the walls

Paining and draining, I feel their touch

I try to pry myself from their clutch

 

A heavyweight, like chains on my legs

My voice shaking as I beg

For freedom from their wrath

I’m tripping down another dark path

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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