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the long midnight
steals in between
moontide and morn
aching clocks turn
my anguish of time
slowed and heavy
with deadening fear
the wolf stalking
my darkness finds
scent of my life
filled with pain
he gives forth with
an unearthly howl
to assemble his
ravening pack
for an unhurried
meal of my mind
Writer Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Poesy plus Polemics 
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*smile*
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The vagaries of the mind laid bare. Uncomfortable (as the subject matter demands), yet such a worthy read. Another masterpiece, Paul
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your kind words will no doubt help keep the wolf at bay
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I can feel his breath at my back, waiting for the kill.
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many thanks, professor
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I know that night wolf. Am sorry you also are visited…. Expressively accurate poem.
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you an I have much company
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This describes more than what you read deeper into my will to survive.
I thank you P.
Ps:raoul Name after a…. Look
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you are welcome
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Powerful! Nice one Paul!
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many thanks, penny
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“Unhurried meal of my mind.” That wolf has mean eyes. I’m sorry he stalks you, Paul.
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he’s a sly one – but I’m on to all of his tricks
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The feeling expressed in this is so tangible.
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I’m glad it came through
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Stalked by existential angst,,,, great poetry,,,
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well said – thank you
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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