Nightmares

Sleep Quietly.
Make no sound
For the whispers
are what make the dark.
If you let it grow and engulf
You’ll never get up. up. up.
Away from the weight.
Of each dream from thought
You thought to dream.
They thought to steal
It. While you sleep.

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