Have you ever met a truly foreign thing?
That follows you too close,
That sends shivers down your spine,
That refuses even to let you lie?
It’s cold breath constantly
On the back of your neck,
Clawed fingers running spirals up your arm
And then trailing back down to your wrist?
Whenever it’s near you
You can see your own breath,
Miniature snakes slither through your blood vessels,
And rabid mice claw behind your eyelids?
It makes even the shadows whither with fright
And the clouds to shield the moon from sight,
And your family watches you like you’re crazy,
Until your chest constricts and your head feels hazy?
What is that called? There is a word for it.
I believe the living call it
Being haunted.
I’m not certain, there’s no way I could possibly know for sure,
Though I’ve always found it hard
To let the living go.
That is exactly why I keep my Bible open and reread verses to keep His Word hidden in my heart. The Devil is alive and well trying to keep our minds off God’s beauty.
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It sounds like the intended creepiness was aparent in the poem then 😂
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