The way is lonely and cold
Wondering in a world unknown
Solitary silence on my journey
Leaves room for the brain to wonder.
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Darkness surrounding every angle
Vision focused on the necessary
Hearing attuned to the decibel
Sixth sense activated.
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Movement in the void detected
Every ounce of me is ready
Waiting in my fight stance
Fear has no place here.
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Monsters to the left and demons to the right
Nocturnal creatures breathing down my spine
Come at me because it’s not your night
Prepared for war as I went out the door.
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In my pocket is your undoing
My little friend has a few words
He’s been waiting patiently for today
When the darkness falls
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Glinting in the moon light
Adorned with a jagged edge
Cold steel blade of elite craft
Handgrip steady as a warrior.
***
Starlight wondering together
Our verve is never dull
Fashioned just for me.
Never leave home without you.
About the Creator
LEF
endless stories swirl in my head fueled by coffee!
I Am a Prisoner who Dreams of Prisons
The dream always starts the same: I feel the cold bite of wind gnawing through clothes entirely inadequate to protect from the weather and I realize I am standing in line. Ahead of me and behind me are other inmates, identified by the burgundy scrubs we were issued upon arrival. I don't know where we're going.
By Kyle Cejka6 days ago in Fiction
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Wow!!