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Click heremy nemesis waits by the door
I sip my drink
in the cellar bar
celebrate momentary escape
from his shadow
but he is patient
knows I soon must emerge
defenseless against his
insistent urgings
as I drive home
to the tune of his whispers
hissing aloneness and despair
even climbing into bed with me
he is bad company
crowds me in my sleep
elbows me into awakeness
when all I want is peace
to rest and dream of possibilities
he says will never come
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,500 poems.
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...doesn't deserve this great poem. It's one of those that stays with you long after you've read it.
damn!! this is sinister, wow, maybe you oughtta leave your shadow in the cellar, good work!!
How about if my nemesis calls your nemesis, makes the derangements, we'll do lunch, over at Eve's.
Ack! I'm reading things that relate to my life. Either 'once upon a time' or now. Damn SOB! No, not you!! Makes one want to take a bat to bed and smash his head!! Great read pulling the reader in- TO ANGER!