This Shadow follows me—
Always two feet behind,
but today it looms closer.
As if.
It's picking.
Up.
The pace.
Dim and brooding,
A nightmare lurking—
This Shadow:
Is dread itself.
And soon,
will swallow me whole.
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Where Nightmares Lurk
PoetryFrom nature themed poems to depressing poems to just plain disturbing peoms, Where Nightmares Lurk is a collection of the poetry that I've written over the years. ALL POEMS, ART, AND PHOTOS BELONG TO ME! Do not use without crediting me!!
