author - "Emma Joy Patterson"
On a dark and stormy October night, a poor, unsuspecting individual is stumbling along the side walks of New York City. They're clueless, weak, unknowing of the horrors that reside inside the locked up, abandoned butchers shop... ...Until now.
Everyone reading this lives on Earth. Everyone reading this has experienced being late, or early, or right on time. Everyone reading this knows that a watched pot never boils. And nobody knows how to really see life, for what it truly is. This poem tells you how.
It lurks in the corners veiled by shadows, unseen and unheard by those whose minds are too full, too stuffed with useless facts and memories. But sometimes, it escapes. Every so often, it frees itself from its constricting chains, consuming all who come in its way... They say it comes around suddenly. I say different.
On a dark and stormy October night, a poor, unsuspecting individual is stumbling along the side walks of New York City. They're clueless, weak, unknowing of the horrors that reside inside the locked up, abandoned butchers shop... ...Until now.
Everyone reading this lives on Earth. Everyone reading this has experienced being late, or early, or right on time. Everyone reading this knows that a watched pot never boils. And nobody knows how to really see life, for what it truly is. This poem tells you how.
It lurks in the corners veiled by shadows, unseen and unheard by those whose minds are too full, too stuffed with useless facts and memories. But sometimes, it escapes. Every so often, it frees itself from its constricting chains, consuming all who come in its way... They say it comes around suddenly. I say different.