Sleeping
It's a scary thing
You have no idea what is happening
While you are in dream land.
The darkness can cave in
As you try to move
As you try to move
It comes closer
and closer
and closer.
The you awake
Sweat running down your face
You begin to cry
But you don't know why.
By - Rosalee Heart Stanford
Oringal poem by Rosalee
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PoetryAll of these poems are made by me, Rosalee Stanford, please do not say it is your own poems.
