![]() Subconscious SpectreA Poem by Phill Oz O'fee![]() Well … it will soon be Halloween …![]() Subconscious Spectre ![]() Who is this secrete In the shadows Of my raison d'être Preparing nightmares In day’s waking hours For nocturnal attack Phantom fingers Slowly squeezing imagery Into moulded terrors At thought of sleep Dark trepidations Trembles the soul Fatally falling victim To sopor darkness I’m inevitability seized Cobweb rusted neurons Vacuum suspended Begin to violently vibrate And an inner demon Hijacks persona To consume my dreams A direful side effect Is an absent of memory When the c**k crows Rising from sodden sheets I mirror glimpse An unnerving reflection For even more frightening My shredded vesture And blood upon these lips Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018 © 2018 Phill Oz O'feeAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on October 23, 2018 Last Updated on October 23, 2018 Author![]() Phill Oz O'feeWinchester, Hampshire, England, United KingdomAboutI am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..Writing
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