Did I Wake?
Eventually got my final sleep
tapping my soul miles deep.
Drift into the dream unknown,
where the mysteries of the past are sown.
Can't withstand the view I saw,
grasping my chest as regret claws.
My head thrashed wildly to and fro,
the storm of dread began to grow.
Mustered the courage, I rolled my fear like a worn-out sleeve,
The shadows whispered, begged me to leave.
I tried to run, I tried to scream,
pain and agony ripped apart my dream.
Then silence fell, I saw myself,
a fractured beam above myself.
Did I make it? Did I wake?
was it all real? Or was it all fake?
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