As I turn on the lights in my dark room,
all the monsters creep out from their hiding spots.
The demons on my past and present there to taunt me.
All laughing in my sleep; invading my dreams.
Not even dreams about my love are safe anymore.
Even the dreams that would make no sense to the smartest person alive.
All I can do is open my eyes, wipe away the tears,
and try to fall asleep again.
Sometimes this happens once.....
Sometimes I lose count.
I write these poems to help in some way.
Even if I am not sure how they will.
We will have to wait and see
Once the Sandman comes to visit me again.
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