We said our goodbyes yet|
you woke me from sound slumber.
Your voice, in the still of the night,
I am called from recondite sleep.,
“Why do you haunt me?”
Phantoms dancing on the wall,
Erroneous mental pictures.
A nimbus cloud fills the room.
Feeling my energy slowly slipping away,
to tears I succumb again.
I awake; it all seemed so real.
Wishing I were numb to inflicted
@ Janice Bumbalough Marler
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