Poem -

What's in my head...

Laying in his bed
He's drifted into sleep
I lay still ignoring my head
Counting every sheep

Things only I see
Things only I feel
They haunt me
but I can't tell if they're real.

Arms around my hips
Phantom shackle on my wrists
Cold breeze on my lips
I think something just hissed

I close my eyes
To hold my cries
I hope and pray
This doesn't end it's way.

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