Scary old ladies and murderous pheins. Is this reality or lucid dreams? Shadows plotting in the corner. I know their desire but she's far too young to be a mourner. Alone, they're watching I feel their glare. I'm scared, their steps I hear. Clench my needing hand O' Lord. The unholy does dare. Supply me arms, for love they do not care. There's evil in the night, I stand alone. As my soul is not their home.
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Smith Shine Poetry 
Beautiful lines we are not alone in God’s house! Well written thanks for sharing 😊👌👍
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Definitely not. Thankyou 😊
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Yes absolutely .Stay blessed 💕
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Poetry sooths the savage souls of those caught up in COVID and all other plagues.
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Excellent. It reads like a middle of the night meditation on the cares of the day that are affecting the conscience of not objecting to the objectionable. War is an easy word but love is longer.
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Even though we may feel alone, in Christ we are never alone. Your writing did bring out that feeling well. Good writing.
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Thanks for reading and commenting its really appreciated. God bless
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