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Tonight I woke in sweat
pouring over remnants of thoughts
that send me into disarray.
Warmth and hope and passion; terrorizing illusions
speak to me in my sleep
only to leave me when I wake.
Tonight I woke in sweat
reaching for forgotten waste
to put back together a humorless meaning to my life.
My window shows darkness
and I know there’s no light where I lay,
and there never will be again.
Shadows no longer follow me;
my fear of light complete,
I wonder where they’ll lead me to next.

Chelsea trys her best to follow the advice of Ernest Hemingway to “write drunk, edit sober”. Chelsea writes thrillers, poetry, and anything else that inspires her. She's a craft beer snob and a DC native. She likes all things books and keeps her friends close.

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