life, mental abuse, narcissistic abuse syndrome, poetry

Trauma of the Waking

I fear sleep

I think I might wake

To a day wrought with terror

and a life filled with fear

I will stay awake longer

to pretend I won’t sleep

and awake in the morning

to a life I can’t keep

It is too much to bear

The trauma of the waking

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