By terry
Date: 1 February 2001
Waking
Sweat forms on heated brow
Tossing, twisting sheet tighter and tighter
Running hard and fast from a dream threatening
To eat my peace and serenity this night
And like cruel thoughtless vandals
Seeking to rob this kingdom of its serenity
Good thoughts are sucked dry
By a thief named destiny
And with the last ounce of strength I awaken
And realize my own room has transformed in the night
No longer a comfort
As the moonlight casts odd shadows everywhere
I realize with stammering thought;
I have awakened to surroundings unfamiliar
Looking in at the rock covered map of my heart
And a newly terrifying world.
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