The skeletons in my closet talk to me
Rattling bones
Of memories I buried six feet deep
Hauntingly
My demons are stalking me
Keeping close
Reminding me their always there
Watching me
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Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
