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The memories are dark

But not distant,

To close to home I am thinking,

How are we supposed to deal with

The shadow spirits of the night,

Those that visit and sap our energy

Leave us doubting and believing,

Who knows now what the future will bring

I feel the sense of a foreboding being,

And everything that I keep seeing

Tells me more than I would like to know,

I feel the nightmares begin to grow

As the seeping shadows slowly flow,

Across the room for reasons I don’t know.