I See Them
I see them in the dank and dark
advancing in the midnight’s glare,
slithering back from daylight’s spark.
I lie awake in dark and stare
at visions, long past memories,
taunting me with reality’s flare.
I see world-worn, torn tapestries
in monotone colors so drab
like cheap mottled accessories.
So sharp my past, a bleeding scab,
erased by morning’s vicious jab.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2022
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