A Tufted Bed
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Thoughts should not be kept in cages.
Castigation, bloody pages—
ripped, thus torn, for all to feel.
Damning secrets the mad reveal.
Myopic musings—full of angst.
Oh, joyous fools, beware your flanks.
Watch those creeping from the rear;
tread carefully for sharks are near.
Arcane chants from far off places,
terror whitewashed tiny faces.
Waiting ’til the time draws nigh
to wave their gnarled hands... “goodbye.”
My quill lies still 'til the morrow,
whilst these thoughts of pain and sorrow
slumber deep inside my head,
wrapped warm within a tufted bed.
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Author Notes
When we die and are laid to rest, if we haven't taken the time to record our thoughts, our thoughts go with us to the grave.
This is the first of hopefully many chapters in a multi-authored book of Dark Poetry composed by fellow Fanstorians just like you.
Thanks so much for reading...
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