Haunted
I lay awake in the midst of tonight,
Imagining scenes beyond my sight,
Overwhelming the darkness with the smallest of light
Witnessing my fears in full flight.
Thoughts prowling the shades of night,
Sweetest of dreams a true delight,
Echoing throes of peaceful slumber,
Flashes of faces amidst lightning and thunder.
My own thoughts haunt my faintest sleep,
Gruesome insomnia makes my eyelids weep,
Feigning bravado, I dive into the deep,
And pray that the fruit of my errors I shall not reap.
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