Poetry of 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Day 29
When the monster comes
the calm runs away.
When the monster comes
it growls and engulfs
everything in its path
until the only thing
left is a narrow hallway;
empty, barren.
Except for the fear
that replaced the calm.
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