You may trod me in the very dirt.
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
— Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
Nightmares
Simone Brick Simone Brick

Nightmares

Night time descends with a crushing darkness.
Into the abyss my mind travels.
Great desire for rest, great fear of the fall.
Hoping this time it won't hurt so much.
To allow sleep allows the subconscious to take over.

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