Creaks

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    Creaks

    These creaks I hear at night,

    they remind me of the bad times,

    all of the times that were plagued by images,

    images of death and sadness

     

    All of these creaks,

    they have threatened and mocked me,

    for all of eternity,

    and never seem to cease

     

    Creaks,

    always and forever existent,

    forever more sorrowful,

    always speaking to me,

     

    All of these creaks,

    day in and day out,

    you never seem to leave,

    and ridicule my existence

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    Chaos128 commented on Creaks

    01-12-2011

    Bad memories whisper, and the more we try to ignore them the louder they seem to get. You've imbued the feeling with truly artistic starkness. Hard ten!
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    Rhymer commented on Creaks

    12-16-2010

    The walls have a way of talking to us. Excellent chilling write. 10
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    Dinozzo

    12/16/2010

    Thank you!...My inspiration to write these two poems (inner demons and creaks) were actually my life..and your writings. Thank you for the inspiration! And for your comment

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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