November 25, 1990

126. A Poem From Darker Days

My hands tremble with fright,
My nerves beg me to fall.
Everything’s closing in around me.
My eyes want to cry.
I see you sleeping so far away.
I’m so scared.  Why do I dream these dreams?
I want to see you - hold you in my arms.
We all cry for life, yet our hatred grows.
They say let’s end it all...
No pain, no worry, no more fears.
Death come my way none
Until the morn, when I kiss you.
For then, when I am in your arms,
I will feel safe to die.......

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