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"Command Performance"
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"Command Performance" |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Soft skittering of scurried feet are heard to rise once more. No church-mice, these, and thick as thieves they'll not let me ignore, as scratch the surface of my sleep, unlatch the lock, and then, awakened are these hands to shake in frustration again. I strain to hear their skulking sounds I've come to know, in time, lead some to worse imaginings than can be put to rhyme, these are the haunting habits been embraced as if a creed denied of sleep, exhibit, as we follow where they lead. Unwelcome wraiths whose whisperings grow worse in dead of night, I purse my lips in gesture miming silence in my plight, one finger raised, symbolic, as I feel you drawing near, to shush your constant voices I hear ringing in my ears. Such hollow echoes pencils make when drawn across the sheets, as shaken from my slumber, they command what I repeat. |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Very well written Doc Moose, sounds like these nightmares need to be sent packing sometime very soon. Sometimes we have to follow a stronger voice, even if it's silent. |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Lost Dreamer, Thank you. "sent packing soon"? Unfortunately, I don't think so. Doc |
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