Theres a veil
When lifted
Breathes shadow
Upon the night
Places
Locked away
Invisible
To sight.
A hidden realm
Where voices beckon
Fingers call
In movement slight
To follow
Whispered words
Foreboding
In flight.
The giant tower
In desolation
Clocks hands frozen
Darkened sky
Wisping shapes
In the alcoves
Of the inner
Inner eye.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: March 19th, 2025 03:35
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Comments4
This poem leaves feelings of the core of fear where nightmares begin. An unknown realm of one's anxieties. Well drawn in words. Brilliant!
much appreciated. thanking you
And for some that is a scary place, the makings of nightmares, enjoyed the read
very kind, many thanks
You are very welcome
Excellent write
appreciated, thanks
You're welcome
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