Every night i lay awake
fearing what might me take,
what dreadful mirage, but a dream
or so to me it would seem
behind my eyelids, do i see
fearful imagery,
groping hands, tearful faces
bodies seeking open spaces
am I mad? am I insane?
or am I simply inhumane?
could it be i crave their fear,
having lost all I hold dear,
now my body craves the knife
with me ends this dreadful strife,
with this stroke i am undone.....
although....
once more..
i crave the sun....
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Written May 9th, 2004
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great poem it shows true emotion and confusion i likey keep writing
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