Tossing and turning,
Sweating in bed.
Horrible dreams,
Weaving through my head.
Clench my fists,
Howl in pain.
Gasp for breath,
Red in shame.
Nightmares come to me,
Every single night.
Forcing me to cry,
And turn on my light.
I see tons of shapes,
Hiding in my room.
Once more my light goes on,
But there's nothing in the gloom.
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