to be honest,
it's minaciously scary
and a little unsettling
when it gets immensely heavy
to not know
what's been orbiting through her mysterious,
sinuous perception
in every of her passing, growing days
what about the demonic side
of this world
whose lulling their bestial behavior
tucking her away
with sweet sounding croons
I'm just afraid all these,
could someday,
leave her questioning her own fate
and the thought of it
just raids my soul
even more
to a forced assailment
-a.
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PoetryMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.