Misted NightmaresA Poem by Judy Ponceby
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Misted nightmares seep through crevices of my poorly armored mind.
Seeking entrance to give life to multitudes of hidden fears. Terror-laden visions gain fodder from life's dark abyss. Suppressed fear and anguish roiling beneath the surface Inflict anew the pain and failings of one's existence. And so, I battle to fend off the failure and loneliness accrued. Clawing my way to wakefulness in the scream-wracked night.
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Added on July 21, 2011 Last Updated on July 21, 2011 AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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