Night comes like a stranger
I don’t trust anymore
I lie still
But my body remembers battles
I never meant to start
Dreams pull the strings
And I move like a storm
Breaking loose in the dark
Hands searching for ghosts
Only I can see
So I sleep far from others
A quiet exile
In my own bed
Afraid my shadows
Might spill into someone else’s peace
But some part of me hopes
That one day
My nights will soften
That the war inside my sleep
Will finally unclench
And I’ll rest
Without fear
Of the person I become
When the world goes quiet
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Anthony Hanible (
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Great read! Enjoyed!
A nocturnal transformation feared as one drifts off to sleep. Nicely written Anthony
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