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Craving a dreamless sleep


I sigh when night comes.
I fall into bed exhausted.
My head hits the pillow.
I’m already fast asleep.

Yet, my sleep is troubled.
I turn and toss. Restless.
In dreams, fear clogs.
My nights are unsettling.

Into my dreamscape.
I sense fear. I panic.
Icy cold. Pitch dark.
I run. My lungs bursting.

My nights are not calm.
My dreamscape is dark.
Morning brings relief.
Fear fades, night gone.

Half awake, still sleepy.
Feeling fatigue. Tired.
My body aching all over.
Dead tired on my feet.

I am restless and troubled.
Craving a dreamless sleep.
What was in the shadows?
I don’t remember any of it.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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