Feb 19
It wrapped me tight and wouldn't let go.
This beast of only mine to know.
Such things didn't exist, so I read.
But I know what's lurking under my bed.Monsters any manner of horrible things.
With claws and fangs and a pincer that stings.
It couldn't, shouldn't be true,
And I think even IT knew that too.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...