A Recurring Nightmare
Some nights I dream of an empty home
Nothing from how it was before has changed
I know to expect monsters
so I board up the windows and lock the doors
I find a place to hide
Though I have the tools to fight
Every time I've tried more appear
Then there's the anticipation
A fear that I'll be found and devoured
Copyright © Ashley Kifworo | Year Posted 2023
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