My dreams are filled with nothing but nightmares...
Long endless darkness that I struggle to wake from
My dreams are filled with ever-blooming burning chaos, that is only quenched by my fear
My dreams are destructive.
They destroy me, with every ounce of their strength and then burying me in my own sorrows
My dreams are future, as they show me pain I shall soon endure, preparing me for the days of anguish.
My dreams show my mothers bittersweet tears before she took her own life.
They show me how my first loved turned and how my past came to light.
They show myself in a new layer of darkness... where nothing comes from it but tears and bloodshed
My dreams are constantly changing, mimicking my fears like a chameleon frightened. No, like lion or panther stalking their prey. I am the prey.
My dreams are my own downfall, because I believe in them.
Because sometimes they trick me into fake happiness
My dreams hold my demons that control me
My dreams convince me that she loves me
And convince me that my life still matters
They convince me that they won’t leave me
...
My dreams are filled with agony that one day I shall end myself
One day, not soon nor far. Will these bitter dreams go away
About the Creator
Sean Jacque-Johnson
Avid poet and musician. Looking to get out there with my writing and hopefully touch some hearts along the way
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