I sit in the corner of my room crying to myself, screaming out for help. Yet nothing is heard back. I close my eyes waiting for someone to finally hear me from within this nightmare to wake me up. Leaning against the wall to my right, I raise my knees to my chest and slowly breathing in, and exhaling out to bring myself to rest.
The final moment that I found my peace, I struck by the sound of thunder awakening me from my slight slumber. I bolted up, still in my bed, gasping. I feel the sweat on my face start to drip down. I felt insane. 'What's happening to me? Why are these nightmares coming to me more often than ever?' I think to myself. 'I need to get help, but...' I curl up in fear remembering the last time asked for help. Then once again, the tears were brought out.
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Short Poetic Stories
PoetryThese stories are completely random depending on my mood of what I want to write. Most I believe are going to be written closer to a poem than anything. I am not expecting people to read these, but if anyone does know that I appreciate it - There ma...
