Here comes
The black curtain
That slowly covers
The windows of my soul
The theatre
To which I stand still
Is now dark
And no one to hold.

It’s another night
To sleep by
Another nightmare
To struggle upon
As strangled thoughts
Fear encloses my being
And so on.

I breathe in
And breathe out
Sweating over fright
Of the unknown.
Unstable ground
Keeps my knees weak
Yet I stand still.
Alas! My fear has grown.


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