Poetry Where We Walk

Venom Adhamm

No one is ever going to want me
What horrors stalk the sleep of the sleepless?
Visions of a world on fire and men in masks
Puddles of gasoline spreading the flame
A black corridor and a horrible sound
The walls closing in all around
The vast depths of the ocean as they swallow you whole
Your body paralyzed as wild creatures tear you apart
An ancient sleeping beast stirred awake just to curse you
The face of Death looking straight down at you
None of them compare to the horror and the pain
Of waking up and facing another day
 

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