A dark, heavy blanket lies over my being
I don’t want to eat, or drink, or laugh, or sleep
I don’t want to dream for I know
The morning will rise and I will be burdened with
A shadow
Following me
Watching
Spying
Lurking
Preying
I pray that the night will not end
I pray
That my dreams will grant me peace
For the torment of the day coupled with the torment of the night is too much for my soul to bear
I remember my past
And dark days
Interspersed with nights so cruel
I try to escape the waves threatening to break over me
But crippled with fear
I cannot move
Poems and Petals 
Ouch! Don’t tell me about tomorrow when you need to go to work to be tortured! Ugh!
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I went back today ❤
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Hah! Me too! Just came home and preparing lunch of soup noodle. Waiting for the kids to return from school. Now I have the time to rest a bit and write … With a cup of cappucino! 😛
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That sounds divine! I wish I was home in the afternoons ❤ Enjoy your rest and cappuccino!
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nice composition… i read it twice just to realize from inside.
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Thank you very much, and for the link 🙂
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In our sleep we become immersed into the world of thought, hoping it never ends. Nicely done. 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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You just want to curl up and hide in that shell sometimes….but that’s ok…just remember that it is okay to emerge, too.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Ohhh, I released an audible groan on finishing the last line of this poem. I must have been holding the pain of your words as I read, and then released it at the end. Your passion is powerful! 🙂
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Thank you! And thank you so much for reading and commenting 🙂
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Wow this is dramatic! Can’t wait to hear more x
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Beautifully stated. I understand and feel the same way. I wish for peace for you and comfort.
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That’s kind of you, thank you 😊
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