All Our Nightmare Poem by Stephen Parkes
All Our Nightmare
I feel a black shape taking form,
infiltrating to the core, I
hear footsteps approaching,
faceless, a figure, intimidating
Forced, compelled, into a corner,
we search for signs that lead us from
danger; wandering, we follow
the path of least resistance
Disconnected, the truth, must be
made to comply with reality
This is the struggle involved, as
the imperative becomes the
impossible
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