a TCM poem
It follows
Always there
Never leaving
Never blinking
The smell
That glistens
In the mind
Like decay
Of the kind
It shows the path
That it took
So I know not to look
The sight of it
Just pulsing shadows
In the dark
The taste
It has none
Only that of your fear
Trained ears
Can’t hear it
It moves too silent
Don’t even try
To hurt it
Nothing
Can touch it
It embraces you
With open arms
Like a long lost sibling
No sense in hunting it
It can sense you
No sense in hiding
It always finds you
Always searching
Always coming
Never too late
To accept
Death
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Novela JuvenilMostly TCM poems with muselvrs additional poems. Used to be called "Poems and shorts"
