Night Terrors
Ever so real
It’s something I can feel
Lay my head back down
To continue the movie reel
Toss and turn
Sometimes I burn
Others it’s my turn
Looking down at my urn
Ever so real
It’s something I can feel
Is it a past life
That held such strife
Maybe my angels leading me to the light
Either way
I’ve achieved my rest for that night
Praying to stay on the path that’s right
Head held high
To hide where my demons reside
For sometimes I can fly
Away from the things that make me cry
My dreams
Ever so real
They are something I can feel
Copyright © Denis Picozzi | Year Posted 2022
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