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Hellish sleep
I think it's getting worse
The visions happen less
Now I don't dream but still
I feel it nonetheless
I feel impending doom
A danger I can't explain
A parabola of needles
A sense of helpless pain
I sit there non-existent
Or at least not of this plain
I try to cry but don't know how
To feel present, much less sane
I sit in utter silence
Longing for screams
In the hell I know when sleeping
That replaces all my dreams.
Copyright ©
Isaac Heintzelman
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