#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Nightmares of the people you love leaving you.

Words on the wall that won't disappear.
The fear of doubts and remarks questioning your ability to think.

I pray to God make it go away day by day.
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