A purple sky and slate gray trees, |
| Fog that drifts around my knees, |
| From the void, a voiceless scream, |
| Quiet wakes me from my dream. |
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| A dog's soft fur and feather quilt, |
| Stillness in a house well-built. |
| Bills are paid; the chores are done. |
| Peace descends with setting sun. |
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| My pounding heart, can't catch my breath |
| Something scared me half to death. |
| Didn't have too much to drink. |
| Panic rules, so I can't think. |
| |
| No fight, attack, or subtle threat. |
| Nothing strangles me with debt. |
| No one says, "Oh, no! You can't." |
| But, I lie here still and pant. |
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A purple sky and slate gray trees, |
| Fog that drifts around my knees, |
| From the void, a voiceless scream, |
| As I slip back in my dream. |
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