Chills Run Down My Spine
And Follow Me In The Night
Cold night, moon bright and pale
Swathes of mist, a ghostly contrail
Cool air seeps into my bones
My breathing, light, and frail
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Night sounds send chills down my spine
Hairs on my neck stand guard
Eyes try to pierce the midnight gloom
Happiness scarred
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Alone and frightened by empty sounds
Monsters and animals imagination bound
Myself and the night as far as the eye can see
Which isn’t very far
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The hills and trees
Silhouetted in sharp relief
Invisible predators stalk lupine
Seeking their nightly living meal ,
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As chills run down my spine
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Where no-one follows, my footsteps in the night
I creep and crawl to remain out of sight
Alone in the darkness of my soul
Wishing I was loved but still ,
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I am a man alone ,
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And chills run down my spine
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Paul Douglas
I have always loved to write, especially poems and short stories. I also have an abiding love for technology and gaming. I love to share my outlook with others.
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