My fears become terrors
my worries become reality
I lose what is most precious
as I search my self conscious
for a lost child, lost photographs
things I knew I saw when I was awake
yesterday.
I can’t make myself wake but when I do
the panic is still there
though reality quickly seeps into view
I hate those kinds of dreams that leave you with that lingering anxiety. Were you looking for something specific the day before?
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NO, but my former landlady called and that leaves me with a sense of dread.
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Yikes! 😮
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