Sleep a work of Poetry by Marilyn (Marilyn Briscoe-Hough) When the subconscious is in control, how do we survive until daybreak ???? Night falls The darkness creeps in Chasing away my hopes Transforming my dreams The nightmare moves in Slowly taking over The mind is gone From here on in My fear is my guide My gut as my conscience My life will be lost until the dawn of day As I awaken again I know I am safe For Now... Created on Thu, 22 Jan 1998 and last modified on Thu, 22 Jan 1998.

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