Posted: July 28, 2014 in Poetry
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Scary places right?

some enjoy the dripping walls, the shadows in corners,

the deep recesses of the mind

that keep us sheltered from what we fear,

places where you can feel the gray mist

envelop your naked skin,

and all you can do is try to breathe.

How many times have you felt your world

collapse around you

while you stand in the middle of a market

business, merchants, little kids, and eyes

all around you moving, operating, living

yet your world remains in a cavern,

slowly tucked away from anyone nearby.

What happens when you step forward?

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