I found myself wandering ...
I didn't know where I was going but I did not feel lost.
The woods knew me better than I knew myself
I felt comfort knowing he was watching me
Every footstep I made, I heard a faint one further behind me
"Come out" I said meekly
"I am not afraid" I then whispered
The woods became dead silent
and then he appeared...
The monster only I can see..
The voice only I can hear....
He disappeared
Tears fell from my face
I knew that would be the last time I will ever face him.
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Dark Aftermath
PoetryGraveyard for dark thoughts "Dark thoughts and careless whispers became the shadow of the person I once was". . . . . . I am entering a new chapter of my life and I am grateful for seeing more light than darkness now. Here's a collection of poems...
