Last night,
I had a nightmare.
A scare of its kind.
In a design,
I thought it was sign.
Anxiousness in confine.
Was it a warning?
A coutionary pledge?
To warn me of a pending edge.
In a moment,
I was not free.
Fear got the best of me.
I went down on my knees,
Effortlessly to appease,
And in less ease.
Why?
Why am I not in peace?
Is it because of this?
©diabetic
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