This one is another late-night ramble. Those tend to end up being the most painful :I
I dreamt of you last night.
It was dark and cold and you were just standing there,
Crying, crying with no stop.
I dreamt of you last night.
I shouted your name as loud as I could,
But no noise could reach you over your screams and ragged sobs.
I held you close last night.
While you pounded at my chest as if I were a monster,
I rubbed your back and whispered soft words.
I killed you last night.
It was unbearable, the screams and the cries,
So I picked the sharpest knife and carved you out of my bloodied life.
I dreamt of you last night.
As you pounded away, slowly dying in my cupped hands.
I kissed you and I regretted nothing as you slowly faded away.
I thought I killed you last night.
But morning then came and there you still were,
Strong and triumphant, pounding away.
I wished I had killed you last night.
Then perhaps I wouldn't regret each passing breath
As deep sobs keep rattling my life.
I dreamt of you last night.
While I cried away the hurt, you held me close and whispered soft words.
I killed you anyway.
And with each passing dream I am bloodied all over again,
A broken heart lying down at my feet.
Monster, you call. Broken, I reply.
I love you, you call.
And I wake, my chest pounding deep and strong.
(May 16th '23)
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
