When the
reality sets
and the rain
i can feel
.
on my skin
as i run in
a panic, a
dazed reel
.
yelling and
quivering, i
mumble and
choke thrills
.
it's always
plagued me
every single
night i heel
.
a hole in my
teeth and a
throat lump
big as a hill
.
one foolish
mistake and
i failed their
test of skill
.
now its all
chasing me
my irrational
dark fears
.
attempting
to figure out
if this is just
all false will
.
or this isn't
a dream and
that levee is
set up for kill
.
fragments fall
from my mouth
as i cease and i
make myself still
.
giving up on the
lost, as enamel
bones grind and
chilled dry tears
.
blood is flowing
warm as a heart
pain is setting in
thereon and here
.
and the focus, it
clears, and the
phantasm has
dispersed nil
.
my trepidation
grows and my
spinal fluids
freezes fills
.
and i know, oh
horror—! that
this is not just
another spill
.
everything is
corporeal; my
nightmare has
become real.
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake