To be perfectly clear
The night I do fear
Why, you may ask
Well, its simple as
Darkness, and nightmares abound
I try not to make a sound
My body trembles and shakes
As I lie there wide awake
Vivid images running through my head
Images that sometimes make me wish I was dead
Oh how I love
When the daylight comes
Birds chirping and calling
Makes me so happy
When daylight comes
I am up, and so glad the night is done
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where the word is “clear.”
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