Dreams
Tiring, in my bed I lay-
angels and demons will soon come to play
within my mind they wisp and wander-
their time, when sheets I am under
past and future are one and the same-
sometimes un-nerving and sometimes so tame
at times aware, but mostly unknowing-
anticipation and dread always growing
I want to and hate to with strong emotion-
but my soul and my mind can’t control the commotion
this time belongs to the angels and demons
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