October 4, 2009
I cannot sleep;
I still remember that creep.
I try to daydream,
but I wake up with a scream.
When the day turns to night,
I shiver with fright.
I can see out the window
is open. I can see the faint glow
of the street light.
I bite
my lip,
Hoping to slip
into sleep,
knowing I am all right.

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