Unspeakable terrors hidden from sight.
They visit me in my nightmares where they haunt me every night.
Cries of pain ring in my ears as I try to forget the past.
No frightening face among figures in my sleep.
At last.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
