[ ... ] I'm still compelled
to fear its scratching in the dark.
I hear the wind blow through that tree
and know it waits out there for me.
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A poem about the fear of death - does it ever go away?
@ 2009-09-12 – 08:23:26
Four score years and ten? Lying awake the darkness not complete, I stare to see the shapes around. There is no sinister form lurking near the door just … more
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