-
Postcall morning
-
Precipice
-
Nightmares
-
Borrowing trouble
-
The beast in the cage
The pet of dread is back, Seemingly out of nowhere, But I always know it lurks, waiting for its moment It pounces suddenly, out of a good day, Creeping inside and twisting, Making doubts rise up again Did I do the right thing? Was something overlooked? My concience berates me, continually uncertain. My memories…