i awoke
with tears
streaming down my face,
leaving wet streaks along my skin.
a cold sweat on my brow.
my hands instinctively moving
up to my neck,
my eyes darting across the room,
fully alert,
searching for a figure
that i have been forced to become
familiar with.
i could still feel his cold icy fingers
making their way around my neck,
suffocating me.
i may have gotten
out of his grasp,
but i have not escaped him;
for he still haunts me
in my sleep...
i fear there is no escape.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
