May 16, 2012
By Anonymous

Everyone dreams, it is supposed to be true,
Often they’re pleasant when remembrance occurs.
One wakes with pleasure to share what’s been seen.
But sometimes one awakens with a start
Panic disturbing rest and one’s heart,
Full of fear and horror
Sleep will not come.
Bad thoughts are pushed away
Good ones shy away.
Why do these disturbing feelings
Frighten me now?
I push them away
They can’t hurt me now.
Still sleep avoids me
Fear waits at the door.

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