Category : Poems

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the hour is late, There's no-one around.nothing but silence; There's no other sound. Awakened in darkness. room dark blood-coated dreams. ill be "hearing" the nightmare; the most silent of screams. yes darting quickly, Unsure if I slumber "while throughout my body my heart violently thunders. the shadows seem to be living. I creep from my bed while echoes of nightmares replay in my head. I tiptoe in silence inspecting my home, each door, lock, and window to ensure I'm alone. Yes, the hour is late. There's no-one around, nothing but silence; There's no other sound.