By stark visions
so somber
that my body
shudders with a
cold chill, as if in
a waking nightmare,
shadows in my mind, cringe
in a surreal moment
frozen
like my soul
that fears a fate
worse than death itself.
Distant memories play
slow, painful
in tattered motion like
an old movie spinning
on a silent reel and
anxiety creeps in as quiet
as shallow, held breath
until light of day again calms
my beleaguered spirit.








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