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It's there, that thing I can't explain

it crawls closer, hurts my eyes to look

but somehow I can't look away

it's my own death, my shadow life

I fear it and rejoice in it

the glow of darkness passes over me

I hear them calling so far away

I can hold my breath for only so long

when will it pass?

The pit in my stomache grows 

their cries coming closer  

and I curl in to a position

only a small child ever knew

please find me, save me from this fear 

this shadow life, my own death.

Reviews

[Amanda Crandall]

Very pleading poem, I can feel the earnest desire for comfort unrecieved. Very visual good work.

[Rhiannon Dragonraine]

Interesting, though I am not sure how I feel about it. It is disturbing in it's imagery and yet beautiful at the same time.