Have you been here,
felt the taunting atmosphere,
a walk into a hidden alley,
the hair on the back of neck,
unless I’m not alone,
I don’t have a grasp upon the skeletons,
they reveal themselves,
and give me some acidic response
to my own identity.
See that’s where I fail
finding the confidence to know
if I step away, people will
not go away,
my greatest fear
losing the energy
of those I love,
of one who might, just does
hold my heart and soul
in her arms.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
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