I don't know
I'm losing memories Of the monsters under my bed--- Isn't it a good thing ?
Yet ? My body reacts to it Every night , for something it Barely remembers
The more I search it . The more it disappears, And what is this Feeling? that keeps returning in the dark ?
Idk if i'm a victim or something Or simple someone who survives a feeling.. maybe that's the cruelest part
. ~Kuq~
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Author:
Kuq (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is just a poem that expresses the inner turmoil we all feel as the stars meet the moon , the moment the clock hits 12 am .....hope you like it
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There is a creepy feeling of all that is not seen or known. Nicely expressed
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