poem

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The night has come ,all is quiet,

I feel a twing,I can tell its fingers

are awake, ready to burn the pain that

Ive become fimular with, I turn on a light

to see if I can see the monster and scare it away,

it burns deeper with a teasing laugh, as it spreads

its breath the fire that causes my burn into a new

area, the monster taunts me , for I can not sleep

My comfort has become a enemy,the touch of a loved one

feels like a lit match on my skin, the gentle breeze is like

a tornado strong and painful, I cry softly, waiting for sleep

the monsters laugh is booming in my ears, the night lingers , I

find a spot from the monster, it feels like hours I sleep I awake to

the sun in my window, the clock tells me Ive slept for an hour. My day

starts , my smile pasted on, I go through the motions of the day.

hoping that by night fall ,I will sleep, I lay to rest and I hear the

beast ...