The Slumber

The Slumber

twisting and turning from an endless nightmare
jailed in an empty shell and only hearing echoes from my own voice
a haunting melody escaping my throat
stinging tears, fearful whimpers
hair ripped to shreds
the pain, the anxiety, the suffocation. this is just too real.
anxious to wake up

the awakening.

eyes wide open, staring at the plain ceiling
sweat dripping down my forehead
still jailed in an empty shell, my thoughts are now the echoes
the pain, the anxiety, the suffocation. it is real.
anxious for slumber.

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