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The Monster
The monster will always be there
Ready to drag me down
Delight in my madness
Blind my senses
Tear my flesh and kill my spirit.
I won't cave to its cheap seduction
Lured by empty promises of sensation
Dizzying me down
Dragging me through its dark
lonely streets of putrid waste,
Treacherous alleys of self-doubt.
I bristle with awareness
I must stay conscious, ever-vigilant;
Turn away from the lure of the shadows.
I will not be swept away like
so many times before,
But sharpen my sword and stand guard,
A warrior at the door.
Laura H.
6-6-2002
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