
Wailing Edge of Madness
Daniel Henry Rodgers
“In the still of the night my soul most vulnerable. O' fear creepth forth, twisting my mind, binding it in a grip of unrelenting dread. What I encounter in the darkness may not always be what I see, but what I feel...” – Poet
(I want to express my deepest gratitude to my incredibly special friend, Maria Williams, for creating the audio version of my poem. Your talent has brought an even more magical sensory experience to my words. I feel truly blessed to have friends like you in my life, and I'm so grateful that PoetrySoup has connected us. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Maria!)
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