Poetry of Milton Watson

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Mid-night miseries
call to me
showing me things
I dare not see
mid-night miseries
whispering in my mind
of the things
I've left behind
echoed voices in my head
telling me things
I fear and dread
I listen and listen
trying my best to escape
this twisted torment
yet I think I would miss it
if it were gone
for that would leave me
all alone.


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