Shadows (a poem)


The night has shadows
Lurking in the dark
Their hold over your fear
Giving them power to grow

The shadows have shapes
Forming on the walls
Their hold over your imagination
Letting them take control

The shapes become bodies
Gravitating your way
Their hold over your mind
Erasing all thought

The bodies are human
Invading your space
Their hold over your life
Overpowering all else

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