Every time I close my eyes,
Images overwhelm my brain,
Dancing through my mind,
Playing there wicked game.
Sleep evades for a while,
Then darkness crashes.
The sheets are tangled,
The dreamer thrashes.
The sun has set,
The stars are out.
Though I sleep,
My mind is full of doubt.
Dizzy images race,
Constantly waging war.
The terror never sleeps.
It's worse than before.
The names, the torment, the abuse,
I don't think I can ever escape.
A new kind of terror,
Always taking shape.
This quite life,
A haunting past that never leaves,
Will follow me, and turn strangers into enemies.
Now the sun rises,
The terror doesn't subside.
The empty feeling lingers,
I have no place to hide.
A restless cycle,
With no end in sight.
Just terror and insomnia,
Every night.
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Night Terrors
PoetryA poem I wrote in the middle of the night after waking up from a nightmare. The poem describes the feelings and thoughts associated with recurring nightmares from your past. Sorry for the terribleness. I don't usually write poetry...
