As I lay in my bed
Tyring to clear my head
I hear sounds all around
That disturb my thoughts, the night, my life
Creeping, lurching in the shadows
stands a man that makes a claim
My clamy hands reach out and I shout
"Whose there?"
But no sounds come alive
How will I survive this lonely night
Knowing this man in my dreams
exsists in real life?
-Nancy B. Bonifacio-Bak
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