poetry by j matthew waters

overnight in the underground

paranoia is a dangerous thing
unpredictable & delirious
like a deadly spider in a dream

there are no photographs to be kept
either having been burned
or lost to the forest
taproots turning them into new
memories for the dead

fear the dark knight
the rider of your subconscious
galloping full speed in the darkness
consumed by the fog of war
& willing to die by the sword

march two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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