She made some big mistakes
Her thoughts then did create
Dark stories
They weaved into the dream
Becoming a new scene
Day terrors
Sitting on her butt
Her stomach in a knot
She froze there
Knowing all along
There wasn't any song
She dozed there
As she heard it all unfold
She couldn't see so didn't hold
Belief there
However as she thought
Her villain was herself
She weeps there
We often are our own worst
We often are our own worst enemy
terrible thing
To be ones own enemy. Causes all sorts of trouble. Thanks for stopping by for a read. Appreciating the feedback.
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