**The Bad Dream**
''A Gentle Touch, I Start to Wake''
A shadow falls, the night grows cold,
In sleep’s embrace, fears take hold.
The mind’s dark corners come to play,
In a world where light fades away.
Faces twist, voices scream,
Lost within a troubled dream.
The ground gives way, I start to fall,
Endless echoes in a silent hall.
Chasing shadows, running blind,
Seeking peace I cannot find.
Monsters hide in every turn,
In this maze where nightmares burn.
But dawn’s soft light begins to break,
A gentle touch, I start to wake.
About the Creator
Abbas
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Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
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