...with no respite.

...with no respite.

A Poem by Huw

That which you fear most,
the unseen,
will catch you
unawares. 
All your dreads
and terrors
will become one
your soul will chill.
Death will not be a release
but the beginning
of a greater more intense
and eternal horror
that you could possibly
have ever imagined
with no respite. 

© 2018 Huw


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Yes, the unseen, the imagination running riot, that is what I fear most. My returning nightmares, dreads that I don't know where they come from. That is the worse type of fear for me. Well worth the read Huw.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Huw
Huw

Ammanford, Wales, United Kingdom



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I've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..

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A Poem by Huw