The Nightmares I face,
Are the dreams once I Chased.
My Friends, families even foes and allies,
Were the part of this dream.
Which was fake, which was all lies.
And Now it haunts me every night,
I meet my demons and reunite,
The Nightmares I face are my crimes,
Suffering from it all this time.
I Can't win against it on the go,
And I Can't suppress My Own Ego,
Hoping to end it really soon,
And wake up from this nightmare with a boon.
(Would be a boon*)
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryWords that are not spoken. Some by choice, some by Life and some by you.
