Shadow Poetry

memories

out of the darkness, they came

like lightning bolts of flame

 

we ran and ran, but lost our grip

beware, beware, that gradual slip

 

take one wrong turn, my dear

that’s all it takes, out there, in here

 

its not a choice, not conscious, at least

choose today, to ruin or feast

 

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