Disorder 2 Poem by DM W
Disorder 2
The loss of feeling;
Thoughts that violate the mind:
Harbingers of doom.
Sometimes in nightmares they stare
So menacingly,
Like the cold eyes of a cat.
They're hard to remove.
They're guided by a darkness
Which knows no limits.
They stem from the Shadow that
We like to keep locked
Tightly away deep within.
But when we're broken,
They seem to flood through the cracks.
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