Nightmare
I felt fear—
an icy hand
upon my shivering back.
I felt darkness,
but dared not look back.
I saw the strangest night:
it was endless,
scary,
and black.
I tried—
tried my hardest,
just to be the strongest,
in a world of nightmares.
But I am in awe of the being,
the one who always scares.
James Garratt – 1993
This poem is part of a printout and the original writing pad, sadly no longer exists.
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