The lights go out
My brain turns on
The night time trauma
Has begun
Head full of fears,
Eyes stream with tears,
As I relive the story
A trauma has spun.
Thrashing and flailing,
Gasping for air,
Dripping with sweat,
And pulling out hair.
Not a nighttime goes by
Without fear and pain
When I turn out the lights
It is fright time again.
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A very good poem about the power of nightmares to terrify, making you dread dropping off to sleep. They seem so real when you’re in the middle of one.
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So many terrors in the dark.
Perhaps a little night-light would help. Belly breathing too. Inhalepushing your stomach out. Hold for a couple of seconds then breathe out.
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You’re rhyming rhythm is spectacular in this one.
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Thank you x
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