Laying down, eyes tightly closed,
I’m dreaming of a time long lost.
Of the days filled with joy,
of the happy after all…
But then, I wake—
in a room no longer mine.
The room is dark, so dark I can’t see—
but I can hear something whispering,
its words crawling down my spine...
Pictures of happy days hang crooked on walls so gray-
their faces twisted, grinning wide,
eyes hollow.. black
Once full of light, now warped by shadows
I can’t escape.
Hands creep up my side,
cold and sharp, dragging me deeper,
deeper into this suffocating dark.
The walls pulse, closing in.. devouring every bit of me
A reminder that I can never return, never hide..
I reach for the past, but it recoils, mocking me,
like a dream turned to a nightmare.
And so I remain in this pitch-black room,
its grip tightening,
as I dream of the past I knew,
knowing it will never let me go.
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When the silence speaks (a collection of poems)
PoesíaA collection of all the poems I've written, and I'll be adding more;) •Most may be depressing, but dw I'm fine! •Pls feel free to comment your opinion, I need to know how I did!! Enjoy~
