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POEM ITEM #2

Nightmare

Dark fully devoured light,
Noise over the blindness night,
Cannot see, Can feel fright,
No use of sense of sight.

Room so neat, so deadly sad,
Bed to lie is comfortably warm.
Eyes on the ceiling and be at peace,
Trying to revive memories of past.

The silence of the dark,
So creeping quietly fast.
And I am drowning and drowned,
In the soundless black.

I am drifting and drifted,
To the place had never been,
And Mundane & aliens’ death in the setting,
Then I saw myself bathed with mine and their blood.

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