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Mute Wave
7-14-17
I dream cliffhangers.
Tidal forces unprecedented,
and edited for pity.
As I try to hold on
to a sleep I can never keep,
the screaming scorching my throat
doesn't make a sound
while washing me awake
with an unforeseen terror.
Like everyday life disasters
I cannot plan for these;
coping is only learned
after they occur. And
there is no pill
that can leave me safely
on a pillow's shore.
I just have to tread
and hope I can swim
until I wake, believing
maybe I've drowned.
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