childhood memories in a vivid blur
strong emotions creep up on you
what went down but not the end
gnawing in your chest with unease
an arrow cleaves your dream
in an endless corridor of slamming doors
wake you up in cold wet sweat
twilight zone between now and then
Sweet dreams, ha de Gött!
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UlleHaddock 
hate those night terrors, Ulle: your ‘endless corridor of slamming doors’ is a strong metaphor; I love those solid red doors though 🙂
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Thank you, couldn’t sleep after I wrote it!
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no wonder 🙂
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