Lately,I try as much as I can to let it go
These days the pain doesn’t feel the same
The voice in my head can’t let me be
Yet I need to let it go .
I should have stayed and watch you leave
But I couldn’t stand to the fears unknown
So I had to make you see me leave
I’ve been a victim of myself esteem
Setting it right was my aim but yours was unknown
Thoughts on my mind but was scared to outer a word
My heart heavy as my tears, tears??
Yes they’ve been Hidden for long
I’ve been strong for too long
Sometimes it’s okay to cry😭❤️
I’ll let the tears go freely
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At the Sheltering Doors
The doors, they always scrambled for the doors first. When they arrive and always by night it was a race to desperately bar the creatures entry to the house in the slow crawl of numb feet that the dream would impose upon him. He never seemed fast enough and the creatures uninhibited by the same constraints always made the doors first. The houses in his dream-scapes vary night to night - Some are mansions, others shacks and some are distorted contortions of his childhood home which burned down when he was ten. But the doors are always the same – frail, loose hinged and never could be fully shut. The creatures too vary – twisted and corrupted forms of animals and people familiar to him: family dogs preternaturally swollen to twice their size with rotting coats of mange and slicked damp with dark liquids of decay. The people too were bloated vestiges of ones vaguely familiar to him but whose names escape him. Their eyes gorged wide with dark blood which streaked their mottled faces in crusted trails like lost rivers which hung from their chins swinging in ropy columns beneath paling yellowed teeth. To let them break through would mean death. This he knew with grave certainty. At the door was desperation and panic as their stench emanated forth, sickly and pungent like vomit and mold and ending in a gruesome exhalation like cancer, the stench sticky and clinging invading his nostrils and lungs never to be expunged. Then in the sudden waking he never knew if he repelled them or not.
By Kevin Rolly3 days ago in Horror
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