Night And Flying - Poem by satira black
I lie still, try to relax, put thoughts out of my mind.
Calm approaches, sleep comes.
I see faces and I feel like I am being pulled.
So intense it almost hurts, then comes weightlessness, fear.
Try to wake up, I am flying, I am awake, but can't move, still flying.
I abruptly come back as if to my body, heart racing.
This really happens.
I think I'm too scared to go with it.
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