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Poetry
Horror
Sinking into an abyss of darkness,
Fluttering images flash
Across my mind,
fractured
and
flowing.
Crawling in a cranium catacomb,
Shades of neurons waver,
Waiting to pounce,
expected
yet
sudden.
Hungry eyes lock me in Medusa's gaze,
Shattering my vivid surreality
Into fragments of fright,
fleeing
and
frozen.
My eyelids jerk open, flinging sweat.
Beats on my eardrums dim.
Tension builds again,
unknown
yet
sensed.
On the run, my thoughts betray
The horror at my slogging feet.
The question haunts me:
closed
eyes
see?
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Copyright 2007, R. L. Copple. All rights reserved. R. L. Copple is a father to three children and a husband since 1982 to his wife, Lenita. He earned a B.A. in religion from Southern Nazarene University in 1984, has served as a pastor, and written on many religious topics on a small scale, including his own web site for Christian Orthodox questions and issues. Having a lifelong interest in fiction, it was 2005 that he focused on writing stories to capture the imagination. He has two books published: Infinite Realities, Transforming Realities, and five novels in the editing process. He has also published several short stories and poems. You can find a complete list of his published works and blog at http://www.rlcopple.com.
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