Sierra’s Nightmare

There are those nights Sierra screams

In endless terror calling;

A hundred gray and ghostly hands

Reach out as she is falling

 

But she would glide away in hope

If last hope had not foundered:

The memory she can’t permit

Still drags her ever

Downward

 

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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