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Awake with a sweat
In a cloud of dread
A nightmare place I’d left.
Unsure of where
Of how, of when.
What was it caused my fears,
What un-shapen image then
Had brought about these tears?
I never before saw
Nor ever felt,
A fear so deep.
Dear God,
The very rustle in the trees
Caused my skin to creep.
And now my frozen heart is lying still.
It comes out so strong and powerful Roland..
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Many thanks for your response, Mich.
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A nightmare indeed
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Thank you, Derrick. Wordsworth helped, of course.
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🙂
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Chills run down my spine.
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Yes, Jerry, the weather in Dreamland is not always sunny.
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Ordeals of the subconscious! A well-written piece, Roland!
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I appreciate your commenting, Eugenia.
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You’re welcome, Roland.
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Very powerful! I almost felt like I was the one experiencing the fear.
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Thank you, Candice.
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