-Dreams Wake-

I have a restless guide that speaks without words,

It wrestles with the deeds of the day, and dreams of the night,

Demanding some peace, yet keeping all my sleep at bay,

This canvas of what's done and said, whispers of memories, that won’t slip away,

As my conscience digs deeper,

It wont let me rest, it won't let me be,

Until I confront the darkness that it wants me to see.

Anger, and Peace, they dance in the dark,

A haunting duet, leaving their mark.

Tugging at my soul, refusing to sleep,

As my conscience releases all these memories I keep,

So I lie awake, without solace, yearning for new day,

Surrounded by its final plea, only then will my conscience allow me to sleep, still never free.

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