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Satan's Nightmare

What is this feeling inside me,
From this fear I want liberty. 
My dreams become nightmares,
These dreams I cannot bare. 
with washed eyes I awake,
My legs begin to quake. 
In the stars I see it there,
A spiralling, whirling gyre. 
Spinning colours from hell,
Someone release me from this spell. 
A nightmare from Satan,
Forced upon me, I hate them. 
at night I wish for andante,
Instead of fear from the depths of Dante.
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Leah Jones More than 1 year ago
Written after enduring yet another nightmare from hell
Satan's Nightmare , by Leah Jones 4 out of 5 based on 2 votes.
essence holland More than 1 year ago
this poem is so deep and expressive
Leah Jones More than 1 year ago
Thank you :3
maryam kiani More than 1 year ago
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