Woken in the dead of night
By none but the ceaseless screaming in my mind
Tormenting me incessantly
Questions of necessity
and purpose
By day I am able to ward off
what frightens me most
What makes me dive beneath my covers
surround myself with cotton
and reach for sweet dreams
of innocence
and purity
Sun beams caressing my world
Warming my skin to the touch
But everything beneath
lingers in darkness
Bumping shoulders with the cold
A chill I cannot shake
no matter the light in my heart

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