I woke up in tears sporadically
The trees heard my hushed sobs
My heart was beating out of my chest
It felt as though my lungs had ruptured
Prying my eyes open
Attempting to stay awake
Afraid to go back to sleep
I know what I would see
The creature that haunts me
The one that hunts me down and kills me
Every night without fail
Bad dreams suck; there are not enough pretty words to make it not so.
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
