National Poetry Month – Day 18: Locked

Today’s prompt is locked and the form is my attempt at a short Ae freslighe.

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Locked

Dark shadows with churning fears,
Echoes of monsters knocking
Life littered in burning tears,
Bleak spectres outside stalking

Along frail points detecting
imagined slights, mocking sneers
Reality reflecting
Dark shadows with churning fears

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