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A nightmare zone

Everything I touch, turns into stone Leaving behind shadows, overshone Facing the mirror, laughing at a clone In denial, voices muffled into drone Hatred in my eyes, scowling begone Decreasing circles, spiral into a cone Supine on the floor, I’m facing prone Blood on my hands, stabbing alone My own admission, does not condone Apology was rejected, I cannot atone Keep ringing, but there’s no dial tone Waiting for an alibi, I sit by the phone By David Kavanagh

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Date: 3/12/2021 7:41:00 PM
Wow ! Certainly sounds like a Nightmare to me. No turning back, no running from those demons that need to be faced. This is deep and powerful, all at the same time. ~ Brandy
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David Kavanagh
Date: 3/13/2021 1:19:00 AM
Heya Brandy thanks for looking into my nightmarish poem, fighting with one’s own demons are certainly the worse dreams, for me anyway, I just added the mono rhyme for repetitive effect, keeps the poem flowing cheers David