Its clutches are sharp.
The claws dipped in dark forces.
Enveloping, yet, somehow charming.
Matted hair and wild eyes.
Torn by the sticky, striking heat.
He’s gasping for air that isn’t there.
He’s screaming for someone that will not come.
Voices of doubt are what reply, and he’s left to cry.
He cannot breathe and he cannot sleep.
For a nightmare has him in a grip.
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You write amazing 😉….. loved it
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Thank you. I am so grateful for your kind words. Truly appreciate it. 💙
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Wow!! This is definitely a well written scary poem. Thanks for sharing it.
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Thank you for the kind feedback. I’m glad you liked it.
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