They came to me in
a febrile dream.
Whispered screams and
malformed limbs.
They wanted to drag
me to the hell they
came from, but I fought,
and got well.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Empowering 🙂
Thank you.
Good fight and words Thomas.
Andy
Thanks.
Ahh a bad hair day, erm, night there T?!
Lol. Thanks for stopping by.
a poet you most certainly are Thomas.
Thank you, Sir.
Chilling, so glad they didn't get you. You are far too brilliant for hell, although Dante is there if you ever feel like checking it out 😆 do come back though to tell me all about it. 🌹
Lol. Thanks, Teddy.
Really enjoyed this one, Thomas. Really captured the delirium of being ill. Nailed it, mate. Cheers, Tom.
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