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I stare at the slightly lit ceiling

I stare at the slightly lit ceiling
Trying to keep from sleep.
I won’t let go because I’m terrified
Of what might come after me.
 
I’m done with all of the nightmares
I can’t nap without starting to twitch.
I am beginning to wonder
If it might be my brain,
Am I a glitch?
 
I have a fear of fearing
What is to come next.
Will it be weather occurring?
Or perhaps another death?

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