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Updated: Dec 15, 2020
Foreword: This is my take on how I imagine, my pain and uncertainty would take a sinister creature like form. How this creature is a regular visitor to me in the early hours of the morning. I thought I'd drag it into the light in word.
The hour is mine, not yours you fool
It's time for your slumber
I beg you please, leave me be a while longer..
Your time is not here
Your time is not now
Despite your spittle, despite your howl..
It's 0 four 59
Yet you stare at my face
My reflection I see again, in that cracked clock face..
I care not for you
As you not for me
Get back under your rock, and just leave me be..
You love to flaunt
You love to mock
Your laughter so haunting, as uncertain I look..
Under the covers, under my bed
You'll keep coming back
Until you've been fed..
To quench your thirst
Negate your hunger
As you rip out my memories of being healthier and younger..
You hold them aloft
With your spine chilling fingers
Turn your back, walk away through battle smoke as it lingers.
(©) Dom Giddy 2020