Inspired by the night terrors I had as a child.
Another night to toss and turn
Of pains and dreams unwanted
Nightmares so real that when I wake
The wounds from them I feel
Every night I find I'm hunted
Chased, attacked, and broken
In the morn, my body bruised
Where joint and flesh were torn
I stretch, I ache, I carry on
I try not to complain
I always wonder why it is
I suffer in this manner
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