In the dead of night, I lay in bed,
As vivid nightmares fill my head,
My body trembles with fear and dread,
As I toss and turn in my tangled threads.
Ghosts of the past haunt my dreams,
A chilling presence that's not what it seems,
A memory I can't shake, or so it seems,
As I cry out into the night's silent screams.
I try to run from the fear within,
But my own mind is filled with sin,
A prison that I can't escape from within,
A never ending battle I can't win.
And so I lie here, night after night,
Hoping the fears will vanish from sight,
For now, they linger, and my heart takes flight,
As I wait for the first morning light.
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It's All In My Head
PoetryDeep inside the depths of melancholy and vulnerability, where every word holds the weight of a thousand unspoken truths, discover secrets only whispered by those who have embraced their own sorrows. Embrace the power of emotions as you immerse yours...
