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0 Four 59

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

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