Friday, April 13, 2018


when the darkness tumbles
and shadows fall,
fear is rising,
and thunder calls,

creaking, moaning,
directionless sounds,
moving, sneaking,
by leaps and bounds.

it's always hiding,
just around the bend,
it's always lurking,
inside your head,

it's always watching,
where you haven't glanced
it's always there,
and it isn't chance.

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