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Seeping Dread
Seeping dread,
Sad and tattered,
In the back of my head,
Feeling like the mad hatter,
No one knows,
But they’re quick guess,
I don’t care,
They don’t know me best,
Leave me be,
I beg you,
Please,
Solitude’s most easy,
Yet so depressing,
Seeping dread,
To wish for death,
No a way to live,
I have nothing to give,
What is your intentions,
Don’t search for perfections,
For they are not found in me,
Please,
I beg you,
Leave me be,
Seeping dread,
I am the monster under my bed,
Lost in a hole,
Indirection taking it’s toll,
Please,
Release me,
From this seeping dread.
By, Rasheal l. Timm
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