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Friday, April 7, 2017

Wickedness


The demons, they keep a constant vigil. Their pointy heads and glaring eyes, stare at my face…beckoning.

Just one wrong move…

         One pointless and needless move...and I am dirt. Ready to be stomped on

Again…

                And again…



And though I keep on, with head held high, a smile on my face, inside I am shredded…

So much so that I am ill, weak and cry myself to sleep, for days on end.

 I am in need of solace.

I am singled out, tormented at best. These evil creatures who torture my will to no end have not met their fate, for in time, I will win out. I will be the victor and I will have…peace.