Shadow
You lurk,
quiet and unseen.
With deadly precision you strike,
family friends and mutual acquaintances.
You wait,
patient and eager.
With unshakable determination you bait,
hoping to hook me with sweet words.
You hold on to what is already lost.
With the cold grip of metal cuffs,
and you drag me down.
Back to a time and place,
dark and dismal,
my own personal Hell.
Renee D. Burreson
Renee D. Burreson writes poetry that touches on subjects society often shirks from. She has recently published poetry via invitation from Soma Publishing and is currently working on her first fantasy novels.
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Hauntings, real or metaphorical, can bring out healing elements inside our subconscious.
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