2 Am
Fear of sleep
And a worried creep
Of a world deep
With fear.
Shots and screams
Fill my dreams
Flaming streams
Draw near
Wind will end
The life I bend
I need a friend
To steer
But sleep will come
Before the sun
And worries run
Appear.
For flee of life
My problem wife
Holds the knife
I fear
Copyright © Nate Smith | Year Posted 2009
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