And my dreams are strange dreams, are day dreams, are grey dreams,
And my dreams are wild dreams, and old dreams and new;
They haunt me and daunt me with fears of the morrow -
My brothers they doubt me - but my dreams come true.

Henry Lawson

Going back over some stuff I had written I re-found this ( Sam Poem )

Oh Dear...Sam pain, leapt out and bit me...

What could I do.

Fear - Sam

Cold, metal taste. Awake!

Shaking, sweating, blinding jolt.

Dark night, cool, cotton wrapped

No flames, No blue Death but silence like a thunderbolt.

Still you cannot sleep…

You walk out this nightmare, paced

A path oft tread, but not the same.

A cold white moon, no company.

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