Drifting in and out
Of a dark
Haze,
You fight
For consciousness
But the
Darkness
Is to strong
And drags you down
Engulfing it's
Long black nothingness
Around you.
You fall into your head
And dream,
First
Of things never imagined
To be real
Magical beautiful things
Then it changes
Within an instance
Turning from cheery laughter
And heartfelt laughs
To screams
Of terror
And crying out.
Just before the horrible
Moment ends,
Your eyes begin
To flutter open.
YOU ARE READING
Thinking Is A Nasty Habit
PoetryThis is just some of my poetry that I couldn't keep in anymore. They're my thoughts on how people feel, and what I feel. I did this particularly to see if anyone else thought similar or felt anything for whatever I write.
