Awakening from a dream
treading lightly across the floor
with each step a creek echoed
in the shadows stood a dark figure,
strangely this scene seems familiar
as if I have been here once before
it looks an awful lot like my nightmare
my monsters have come to life.
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Poems Upon Poems
Poetry"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
