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I hear her call to me
In my sleep
When I'm awake
Not a voice within my head
More a pull or sudden jerk
Off centered
The thoughts that swarm within
Are not of me
The darkness I find comfort
Its the sound of terror
In her screams
That keeps the Sandman at bay
For I fear when I see her......
See me???
I will find my purpose
As the sacrificial lamb.

Welcome, Willow. Hope to see you post more of your work on here!

My first from you. Well written, a bit enigmatic, but I think about a future not to be looked forward to. jim

Thanks...This is just a little thought off of writting "The nighmare that haunts me". Which I wrote last night. It needs more work before posting.

Self-imposed "sacrificial lamb"?

No longer I am
The sacrificial lamb
For today
I took a stand

Scared.......

When you are pushed to the edge of the cliff, you either take a stand........or you step off and fly.

Fly with wings of bourbon and walks of lights. The line in old-towne, where we are free as free, to cross into any, where we want!! So we should be cautious as to where we want to fly?