September 27, 2016
By aalleexx16 BRONZE, Dallas, Texas
aalleexx16 BRONZE, Dallas, Texas
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Old wood creaked

forming goosebumps on my arms,

as I stood in the clearing

that hugged the shed of nightmares.

Leaves, stained with

lost innocence, rustled in the wind while

the thick, humid air

strangled my lungs.

My eyes stare into the abyss

of my past, now guarded by wooden shields.

The whistle of the wind

carries his voice,

and the voices of my demons,

here to haunt me.

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