Hidden

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Dread has followed me here
the smell of fear like bait
it never truly takes hold
but lies and waits
for a moment of weakness
it stalks its’ prey
although I can’t see it
I sense its making its way
through vast fields of loneliness
on hidden paths of regret
long since grown over
things I’ve prayed to forget
forever looming closer
ready to pounce
keeping steady pace
maddeningly it stalks
still hidden it waits

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