My Nightmare
The nightmare just continues on
As I fall and grab for things
But they are out of my reach
And my stomach keeps churning
Then it changes to a room
Where people are crying me down
They won’t listen to my pleas
And my stomach keeps churning
The others keep staring into my eyes
They don’t ask me anything
For they already know what I’ve done
And my stomach keeps churning.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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