Somniphobia
Tomorrow will come; I know it will
yet, unfailingly, I doubt it still.
I lack faith to close my eyes without
a small niggling element of doubt;
that maybe I'll never see next morn,
or that perhaps I am not yet born.
But one fear is there I cannot bear;
that I awake and you are not there.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2022
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