poem MONSTER
MonSter
It shackles me!
It drags at my body!
It sucks out my strength!
Weary ......always weary.
My eyes long to close in pseudo sleep,
as real sleep evades.
It crushes my lungs,
wraps around my chest.
A garrotte ever twisting .... twisting
tighter and tighter
and that part of my life which was never missed
has... Read more
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