#fear
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The static of his mindblew apart the EKG machine. I don’t know what languagefreedom, will be written in on his hospital release papers,or if they will ever be inked again. He was bouncing off the walls today,slamming pads, brick, doorways, and glass. Demons were in his bones, he saidhe was just trying to shake them
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The fearIs that I’ll be like himChasing shadowsA reality of my ownBut no others. That a webwork of wordsWill become my prison.That shadows will whisperMy faults, my successesMy pain, my speaking plain My end of daysAnd yours.I will speak riddlesAnd you will belittleThe coming apocalypse. And I will speakTo the pigeons in the parkAnd think
Poetry With Hart 