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A blurred vision
appears
before me.
My head is filled with
shouting voices;
angry voices.
Every sound fills my ears
like a screaming siren.
My head swells
my eyes ache
my only hope is to
wake from this nightmare.
I run, but it always
follows.
Like a dark shadow
its presence lingers.
Hanging from every
limb,
every bone, every muscle,
its weight pulls me to
the ground.
I scream for
help.
All those around me
hear my anguished cry
and though they reach to help,
our hands do not meet.
I am left to
survive
on my own.
by
Tanna Lynn Pekrul - 1994
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