I don't know what to call this poem
May 24 '03
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It's funny how the mind plays tricks while one sleeps. I try my best not to think the worst and to keep positive but my worst fear creeps in.
I didn't have any intention of writing a poem, but like most of my poems it just came to me while doing something else. I always need to sit and write what comes out and hope it is worth-while.
Thanks for reading. Smiles, Char
As I sleep
The dreams they come
To haunt me in the night.
My worst fears surface
As I lay in bed
My mind struggles in the night.
Dreadful news is borne
Never stopping, insidious
On it comes in the night.
I wake up
My heart is pounding
Thumping, thumping in the night.
Sick to my tummy
It's like a stone
Heavy in the night.
It's hard to breath
My chest is tight
I need air in the night.
Up I get
For I must see
What's at my door in the night.
My doorstep is empty
No chaplain in green
Bringing tragedy in the night.
AJ, please come home safe to me. I love you, Mom
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