Halloween full moon 2020
From times of unaware
Unknown to what’s embedded
Past times was lost
Holding onto
Sunshine and moon lights stars
Each step felt heavy
People thought I was crazy
I’m their mirror
A meet reflection of them
They’d hit multiple forms
How can a person be human?
This is not forms of a being
To belittle into manipulation
Hit at in depression
Now in November remembrance
Just as
“Remember remember 5th November”
They’d entered too deep
Nor my work alone could subside
Embedded in multiple of formats
Still this full moon revelled all
Waking up from
Slowly tried shaking off
Illusion and energy
For what is slowly killing internally
Breathe
Remember
Embrace the sun
Just like a cold full moon
There’s been a part of me
At heart with you
Unknowingly aware
Sorry
His eyes won’t shake off me
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Freestyle yet trying to explain something of how deep someone got to me in ways that effected my life, to those around me and to anyone who wanted to enter. The darkness would not leave me alone and nor was I aware. Being attacked but few people in multiple angles, usually great at problem solving and this time. It’s hitting to a full 350.
Blown into the mind, dream state became reality and his right grips hard to shake off. Knew how to hit me and nor was I taught / guided for full pure protection.
About the Creator
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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