Daymare
Have you ever lived in a daymare?
Where terrors do come true,
Trapping you in a haunted lair,
In which you're stuck in a gruesome glue.
Heavier and heavier gravity grabs me down,
And ghouls and ghosts surround my aura,
Trapped in a wicked haunted town,
Where poisons prick in all its flora.
Creeping and peeping in the penumbral shadows,
Monsters hunt their unwitting prey,
Sailing on phantom ships whose gallows,
Hide the safety of the light in day.
Where am I but in a daymare,
Caught in the crevices of my mind,
When none of my sanguine bodies be spared,
All are broken and left behind.
Copyright © B. Joseph Fitzsimons | Year Posted 2017
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