A bizarre cold world
awaits the morning
but my darkest
fears are dead
all life’s trolls
and dragons
of yesterday
have left
for terror
is the
gym of
the soul
to once
I was
a
slave
each night
clung tight
to a sweaty
Pillow
gnawed
by the
teeth
of
despair
in a long
dark
tunnel
a nightmare
lasting
several
years
stuck in
the
Twilight Zone
and one
glorious
great
day
my fear
began to
fade
dwindling
away
slow
it passed
away
like a thrill
that is
much too
old
or a thousand
sad days
that forever
dry your
tears
everything
gets old
even
the
fear
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