Is It Poetry
Night Sweats - Poem by Is It Poetry
Decisional thoughts, medications,
paranoid for most multisyllabic.
parameters nightmares, I am lashed.
Living while you are watching the dead.
While lightly asleep past me to vivid.
Red, white and blue ruing each color.
Knowing they are not to you real.
I am always to tired to open one eye?
Over and over, it is ticking played out.
To die once is normal and never cry out.
Losing control over and over is unacceptable.
Read to the dead where, they all are.
Make some new friends,
just in case it again is played out.
The past to all whom lived again, die out.
Dreams of more portents yet to come.
awake shaking soaking and wet, by my,
are these of yours are such, night sweats.
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