It creeps and its crawls through an open door.
Stands over your head as you implore,
The freedom you once did not realise you had,
Encircled by a grip no fear can withstand.
It aches and it lingers,
With malice and with fingers,
A tease of speech with promise and thinkers.
Dispair and disgrace,
All hope rests its case.
How do we share our haunting?
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