sleep
Hate sleepneed sleepdread sleep What is sleepbut a portal in which they creep Those nasty little buggersthat remind meremind me of the pastthat threaten to darken the futurethe light never seems to lastin a world that seems so impure hate sleepbut whyneed sleepbut can only sighdread sleepbut it always comessooner or latermy eyes grow heavyand again I fearthat I may lose lose me. Sean
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WOW Sean, this is really good. I can relate too well! Maybe you could write a book called the \"Poetry of PTSD\". Wishing you well, Aurenna