Sleep cycles
In darkness
Wake me
Shouting
Arise!
Before sunrise
Hell’s bells
I shout
Who’s there
I’m aware
I’m dreaming
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The line between dreams and reality while asleep or just awakening, so thinly drawn. The poem carries the right impact, it shakes you up, you're startled, well done S.