youths heroes
now are dead.
+++++++++++++
as a kid
i
used to hide
for
hours in the
closet of my
room;
wondering what
heroes did.
(to defeat Youths
Inner
Gloom.)
+
those heavy
footsteps...
were they
real?....
I hold my
whispering
breath!
but only
Death
seems real.
(so perhaps
its better not
to feel.)
+
twas often
also
moonlight screamed,
into
the darkness of
lost
memory;
till
Life Became
a
Thing I'd
Dreamed!
(with true
self The Nightmare
Enemy.)
+
Those
Angels...
were they
ever
there?
The Inner
Good
Within Me
Strangles!!
(and I breath the
evil air.)
+
as a man
i
choose to
hide,
in the
closet of
my
Head,
with
none in
whom
i can confide.
(youths
heroes now
are dead.)
j.s.h.
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