Taunts and sneers
Glaring defiance
Just a hint
of
The abyss
of
Creative stagnation
Seeds
Planted
With the
Hope
That
Fear's inferno
Will
Be stirred
To a wildfire
The longer
I'm
Confronted
Screaming starkness
A Deafening
Blizzard
Projecting
Desolation
and
Soul shattered
Isolation
Defeat
No further
Than
A breath away
Though
Offered
In
The form
of
A shroud
of
Instantaneous
Relief
Alluring
If not
For the
Insidious
Reverberating
Laughter
Of
a
Self satisfied
Foe
Convinced
I
Will
Succumb
and
Submit
To
The
Blank
Screen
R. O'Neill (December 01, 2018)
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