Creeping thoughts brought life
To dormant memories;
Exhausted and puzzled, Alice stood by the garden
Reminiscing about friends and enemies.
Paralyzed by fear yet committed
To comfort and safety;
The fairy tale in her dream
Repudiated the thoughts of insanity.
She reflected but dismissed
The angry lust;
Afraid and lonely but seemingly aghast,
Desensitizing the feeling of trust.
Staring at a cloud of darkness
Drifting from space;
Now dusk transforming
To fill the dark and scary place.
Echoing sounds of night's creatures
Whistled through luminous glow;
Like poetry to the inquisitive ear
We seemingly know.
As the wind oozed
By the clustered trees,
Alice reached for her life saving sweater
To block the dusky breeze.
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