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Jan 2011
The times when there is no sleep.
A thought that keeps you up.

Awake behind these shuttered eyes
in a dream from which you can not escape.
The hours when you lose grip of time
in an endless fight with your mind.
Fear leaving you paralyzed like a broken spine.
© BJM 2011
Written by
Brad J March
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