Nightmares
I am a girl falling
in a deep dark well—stuck
between the echoing darkness
and cold, whispering voices.
My cries reverberated
through this narrow pit;
voice hoarse from
screaming.
Soon, I heard a thud
followed by a groan
and a whimper and
felt the sweltering coldness
of a chain on my skin.
I tried to reach out
a hand, hoping someone
would grab it and
free me.
There comes the
voices again
and this time, they were
talking so close
to my ears.
Wake up. They seem to say.
and so I did.
YOU ARE READING
Under The Late October Skies
PoesíaI am looking for the kind of love that is worthy of me and my words. ☽☀☾ -You will lose yourself in nirvana on this very surface and then- i will teach you how to navigate the stars knowing that even if you lose me, you will find your way back. ...
