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Dreams


It was dark, Not quite midnight But late. I was tired. My eyes felt heavy. They shut, And it is dark again. I awake not at home. I was by myself And afraid. I wanted to run But I had no where to turn. I was frustrated Not knowing how to escape. Now I am stuck in my head, Still stuck in the dark. It's light out now And I can see it. I wake at home Safe in my bed. I hate sleep Because I am hopeless. I can't fight the terrors In my head.
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savigirl14
<p>Really good</p>
266lernst
I wrote this poem to address how hard it can be to sleep with nightmares and how some insomniacs become insomniacs, because they are afraid to sleep.

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