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Some nights I wake in vivid dreams,
lucidly looking to be saved.
Although I know I am asleep,
All I've ever known is to weep.
My heart slowly falls into hollowness,
I really hate this loneliness.
The fear lurks within me.
I can feel wetness on my cheeks,
Yet I feel nothing.
Why can't I wake from this?
The minutes feel like hours,
hours feel like days,
years.
I dream,
I only dream.
And in my waking,
I see myself stiff and cold,
seeing myself with eyes closed.
I dreamt in life,
I woke in death.
About the Creator
Barbara Blatch
Writing is one of my on-going hobbies. I usually do it after a harsh day. Most of my writings end to being a bit sad, but it makes me feel free when I write them.
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