The night terrors
have returned
even after putting
into practice all the
lessons I have learned.
I am afraid to
close my eyes
in case everything
I was told turns out
to be nothing but lies.
The new day takes
an eternity to arrive
as I lie here trembling
not knowing whether
I will survive.
Sunlit eventually peers
through my curtain
and I can breathe easily
in the knowledge I will see
another day for certain.
Very evocative writing
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Your poem speaks to me directly about the fear of death. If that’s your intention, you’re brave to write about it. Also, generous, because others feel this too.
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Thank you
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Beautiful poem
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