Into the bedclothes
Closing my mind
I'm closing my eyes
The past is looming
Over my future
Grinning its sinister painful smirk
My fingers tremble
As I fight to control
These spirited horses that I drive
The cracking hiss of a whip in the air
Sends them rearing up
On palomino hind legs
The sight of the crash
That awaits me beyond the corner
Sends my sleep
On a long journey far away
Sightless eyes stare
Into the blinding white darkness
Fearing the silence
Cursing the past
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