Poetry and Writings from 2019

Dramatic Fears

Dramatic Fears
Lisa Noe

I see not yet the day has come for me to slumber deep.
oh when shall sleep befall me in the tender hour of mourn.
tired eyes fill me full of woe and I shall know but bitterness.

I drink the morning dew like wine because I am distraught.
my friend, he is no man, they search me with distaste.
I frown as tears well in my eyes and a lump chokes in my neck.

I hear the clamoring of their tales, as they bite my neck at night.
giggling one to another as they taste my bitter red blood.
I see their ghostly faces as they fill themselves with my life.

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