That old dreadful nightmare appeared,
Often times with no warning.
I could not move out of my bed.
It would grab me and hold me tight.
I would scream loudly, no one heard.
It feels as though, I am fighting.
A fight that I will never win.
It feels like defeat.
It attacks all my strength and will.
It interrupts and steals my sleep.
That old dreadful nightmare haunts me still.
İMarch 17, 2014 Janet Irene Griffin
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