Night dreams...
Night dreams
and bloody screams
cut at my heart -
and give me no rest...
I get out of bed
and bang my head
against the wall -
that has no windows or doors...
In my head I hear
the chant of fear -
and feel its hot breath
on my neck...
It turns into a curse
and prayers and far worse -
as the darkness
chokes me again...
Joy Weare,
22nd March, 2010.
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