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A dog I've seen before runs behind a tree
I can't decide if I have to follow
or to turn around and find the street
White rabbit or yellow brick road
Ending up standing like the tree
The dog may run behind me
and I can safely see if he is kind or un
The demons looming over my bed
The boogeyman under it
Or the angel on my shoulder
Guardian from dread
The dog bears it's teeth in the woods
Like you smiled at me
and I should've known the ghost that scares
Not a spirit in a tragedy
About the Creator
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Comments (2)
I did not see that ending coming. Very fascinating turn of events on this topic.
This was so poignant. Loved your poem!