Hand to page

from

word to eye

the writer’s nightmare

is mine tonight.

 

Will I wake

will it end

will I ever sleep again?

 

The Writer’s Nightmare

is inside of my head

and it will feast on my fear

until I am cold and dead.

 

Am I gone

am I a ghost

am I just a neglected

and forgotten corpse?

 

Book in hand

trapped in a scream

am I bound to be

the Writer’s Next Dream?

 

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