Something inside me is screaming

Something inside me is screaming

and I know not what it is.

Its terrified cries

for countless weeks

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have kept away sleep

as I seek

to understand.

What does it fear? Is danger near?

Does it think

I’m on the brink

Of disaster or defeat or death?

Or is it fighting monsters

from the past, perhaps?

I gasp and sweat and pace,

searching for the face

of the nameless terror.

Whose voice is this

that destroys

my dreams?

What must I do to mute

those screams?

Something inside me is crying

and I know not what it is.

Crying, denying, dying

Trying to be free

of me, perchance.

Or of time and flesh and circumstance,

What was and what should have been.

Something inside me is screaming

And I know not what it is.

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