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Gunslinger
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since 1999-10-09
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TX, USA

0 posted 2021-03-11 06:55 PM


The second hand goes crawling by, time and time again
It seems as if these lonely nights will never have an end.
The cars out on the highway, have a mournful passing sound-
And sitting in a motel room....the specters gather round.

The ghosts of all my past mistakes, come creeping from the gloom
And sorrow like a tidal wave, does seem to flood the room.
Regrets like some dread metronome, do set a steady beat-
The fires of Hell become so real, I almost feel the heat.

I hear the ghostly laughter, and shiver in my fear-
And wait in dread, for those long dead, before me to appear.
Afraid that what I really am, may be exposed to all,
And one that many thinks is big, might suddenly seem small.

Ah, dreadful clock, why does your pace..so steadily decrease?
And every tick, and every tock, does rob me of my peace.
A decade passes every night, Thanks be! It’s finally done-
My ghosts, and fears, and gremlins flee, the rising of the sun.

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Michael
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since 1999-08-13
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California
1 posted 2021-03-12 10:39 PM


well done poem, sir.  

In this, maybe we are opposites.  I am most home at night, alone...the ghouls are there but at least they are trustworthy.  It people and what I've yet to encounter through them I think I fear the most.

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