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May 2010
In smoky gray mirrors that dance on traveling walls
I see reflections of hazy shadows
Weaving their way into all of my senses
Until the sun once again brings in tomorrow

Peering from underneath the icy sheets of my bed
I timidly hide from their ghostly presence
In hopes they will not see me trembling in fear
And quickly steal into my very essence

Their presence is as a black as a night with no stars
The darkest day without the glorious sun
If I could stop trembling and move just an inch
I would flee from my bed and quickly run

I lack the courage that I need to open my eyes
To escape from this nightmare I am in
Will someone please wake me and show me the lies
That my dreams have brought me into again
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Neva Flores Varga Smith
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Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
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