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I lay asleep shivering to the bones,
Hoping to escape the imaginary phantoms
whom haunt my closet and bowels of my bed.
Their will, their strength, convince my mind.
I question myself, assuming im insane.
Deeper I fall into a great sleep,
My soul and nothing more.
The light of hope stays at my side,
What is there to do? I cannot hide.





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SMWells said...
Jul. 1, 2011 at 12:46 pm
I somehow think the poem was cut short.  It just wasn't complete, besides, I was so caught up in it, I was disapointed when it ended.
 
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