Doctor Dashaun Snipes Poems

In the depths of my mind, a room resides,
A sanctuary of chaos, where panic hides,
A place of refuge, yet a prison too,
This is the tale of my Panic Room.
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In the depths of my being lies a hole,
A void that echoes of despair and pain,
A cavity where loneliness takes its toll,
A wound where love fails to sustain.
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Somewhere; somehow
I'm bound to find you in a hidden place.
My name is Death.
I come bearing burned offerings.
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In the depths of night, where shadows creep,
A haunting presence, a secret to keep,
A tale of darkness, of despair and pain,
In this Gothic realm, where souls remain.
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In the stillness of the night, where shadows linger,
A whisper of a soul, a memory that lingers,
In the realm between life and the unknown,
A tale of love and loss, of seeds that were sown.
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In the silence of the night, where shadows dance,
I whisper my final words, my last chance,
To tell the world of my love and my pain,
As I take my last breath, in this realm so plain.
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In the depths of despair, where shadows dwell,
Lies a heart that bleeds, under a spell,
A wound so deep, it refuses to heal,
A pain so raw, it cannot conceal.
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In the realm where time stands still,
Where dreams and reality entwine,
There lies a tale of immortal will,
A saga of the divine.
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In the realm of thoughts, where dreams take flight,
There exists a force, both dark and bright.
A presence felt, yet unseen, it's true,
It whispers softly, calling out to you.
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In the realm where dreams take flight,
Bathed in golden, soft twilight,
Lies a world beyond our sight,
Where daydreams dance with pure delight.
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