Can’t find peace within my sleep, into my dreams the white will creep…
Big and scary, it’s coming fast! I run away, can’t face my past.
It catches up as I wear down; with its fists my head is pound…
Terror stricken! Seized with fear! Ringing loudly, bells in my ear…
Sweating, crying, my eyes they burn. In my sleep I toss and turn…
With a start, wonder where I am…Search my room for the boogey-man!
Rapid pulse, I lay back down as darkness wraps me all around.
Can’t find peace within my sleep, into my dreams the white still creeps…
Cunning patient, subtle foe. Turn right? Turn left? Where do I go?
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And a question that remains unanswered.
Interesting piece of writing.
Greetings,
Axilea