Wandering This Wilderness Wild.

Wandering this Wilderness Wild.
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As a Kid
I feared Sleep,..
assuming that
each Night
The Cold Hands
OF Death would
be upon Me;
pulling me into
a Nightmare Land,
with No One Left.

(to Hear Me
Scream.)
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Imagine being
The Last Child,
Lost in an Endless
Wilderness Wild;
searching The
Darkness for A
Friend.

(yet finding only
Hope Defiled.)
_

I Prayed to Angels
Twice a Day, and asked
if I could stay Awake;
but These Midnight Devils
stalked My Dreams!

(as The Stars Stood
Laughing in My Face.)
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Thus each
Night I Fall
Asleep..

(and Die.)

Remembering
That Precocious
Child.

Unable to
Hope,
or Dream,..
or Cry!!

(still Wandering
This Wilderness
Wild.)

J.Stephen.H.