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Jan 2012
Sleep,
It scares me.
It allows my mind to roam.
The white canvas sleep creates,
Lets my mind paint terrifying pictures.
Some are images retold,
Others are oil-paint horrors.

Once asleep
I am no longer in control,
Sleep snatches the reins
Jumps off the horse
And watches it run wild
Through puddles of memories
And past feelings
Then, explores new caves.

I am afraid
of what sleep will let
my mind uncover
in it's frenzy of freedom.
mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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