new walls, a stranger's bed—
silent night
yearned-craved—solitude;
now filled with Fright
mother's whispers Echo—Dark-Deep;
her fears—shadows—twist the mind
sleepless—not just from change, but Haunting Dread.
Hope and Terror, enmeshed—keep me a captive
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poesíaan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
