Nov 3, 2022
2 min read
Awakened, shaking.
A poem.
Paralysing fear
Ends my sleep prematurely
For the eighth night this week.
I awaken,
Shaking,
Sweating,
Fretting,
Threatened by a past I can’t escape
And a future which I dread.
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