Days Of The Hell Hound Poem by Frank DeFulgentis

chasing me
as i leave
my dreams
into the
light of day
the hell hound
closes in on his prey
feasting
on days past
the jaws of hell
closing fast

reality
is up in smoke
and though i choke
on the foul stench of life
i know it's
yet another attempt
to break me

on the eve
of great suffering
just when you think
i'm done
i feel an energy
second to none
suffice to say
it was a black flag day
but thats ok
i work best
in those dark
hard to reach realms

there is nothing
to stop a person
nothing to help a person
there is
only
the unfolding past
keep it
under control
and when you derail
don't sell your soul

written by Frank DeFulgentis

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