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The Dream, The Nightmare

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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