Stained Sight
Has night finally chosen to subside,
terrors fall off my lids of stained sight;
I can't possibly hold breath forever,
Sheets only hold back as shadows gather,
must take calm within my chest -
yet, the air burns limbs to fever,
shake this repeating nightmare for one more night to rest.
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