Awake, yet trapped in shadowed skies,
A waking dream where silence cries.
The night is long, the dawn unsure,
A lucid nightmare to endure.
Though eyes are open, peace is far,
A restless heart, a fading star.
I wander through this endless maze,
In waking dark, I lose my gaze.
Yet even in this shadowed plight,
I seek the strength to find the light.
For every nightmare has its end,
And broken souls will surely mend.
The Dream, The Nightmare | Poem
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