A thousand lies
and sometimes more
are seen as fact
when monsters stalk
refusing truth
obscured from sight
as myth embraced
in past times
only harm is possible
as self-care is dismissed
fallen angels stand above
asking nothing less
whispered shadows
the voice is mine
if only echoes
did not respond
bouncing round
now only screams
may be heard
destroying dreams.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190402.
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