playroom stories
Monday, October 13, 2014
Night War
The internal war
of those years, is not over
I wake at two in the morning
reminded by fear
panicked by the confusion of time deception
I bring to life my demons
I talk to them, I breathe with them
I live with them beside me at that time of night.
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