I don't know what to call this poemMay 24 '03 Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line Good place for poems. 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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