Let the fear fester, let it moan,
the sound of footsteps when alone.
Coming closer,
almost,
now it's there.
Feel the terror within,
get up,
now spin,
nothings there.
Clear to sight,
but be afraid tonight.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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I can take this two ways Maplespal either the obvious ghosts in the dark or less obvious the aging process and the fear of going soon. Loved it either way.
it is just about those times when your not sure and hear things. Like when alone anywhere, even sitting by a fire in the woods, or aging.
Been there on both counts
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