Knocking...A Poem by L.M. Weeks
As I walk through the storm of the horizontal abyss,
The lunar rays of the luminescent moon wash over me as a tsunami. I feel the knocking, the knocking inside my head; As if a seed were trying desperately to sprout a garden from my skull. My very shadow hiding from me, Hiding from the monster waiting to be set free. Knock... Knock... Knock... © 2017 L.M. Weeks |
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L.M. WeeksWIAboutI am an unknown, amateur writer. I write as a hobby and do not expect a lot of credit from my works. But I decided that I should experiment with my writings by letting the public view them. I hope tha.. more..Writing
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