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Skeletons In My Closet

Every closet has those - haunting sockets, death white bones, hollow smiles.. Skeletons in the closet. Mine too, bigger ones and a few smaller, calmly taunting with each creak of open door.. Most times I am lost in their deep dark glare I become them! Me - one of those ghastly skeletons With crooked bones, where once was flesh and life I am one with their cult, oddly mysterious and unfathomably evil. At times I am haunted, their glare cutting through my lifeline, Sucking away my calm, filling emptiness and a weird chill in its place At times like those, I get goosebumps And I shut the closet and my eyes and heart Refusing to neither be the haunted nor the one to haunt When those doors close... I know, the scars they hold are not for my haunting, but are reminders of long lost path.. I am not defined by my skeletons in my closet and neither should you.

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Date: 9/23/2024 9:36:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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