This is just a nightmare right?
No it isn’t.
Just some horror movie that’ll have an end?
No it won’t.
I’m dreaming all this right?
No you aren’t.
This is real.
This is your hell.
My hell, huh?
Yes, your hell.
Why did this happen?
I don’t know.
Why must I endure this?
I don’t know.
Why did it happen to me?
I don’t know.
What do you know?
You can’t escape.
How do you know that?
I just do.
So there’s no way out?
No there isn’t.
Are you sure?
Of course I am.
So I’m stuck in this hell?
Yes.
With no way out?
Yes.
So who are you then?
I’m you.
What do you mean?
Just how it sounds.
I’m you.
Then why do you know things I don’t?
I’m the part of you that has accepted everything.
Then what part am I?
You reject everything.
You are my opposite and I am yours.
I have an opposite?
I’m not just one being?
We were one but we were split.
We are an example of the cruelty the world offers.
We are victims.
So this is what happens as a result of cruelty?
Sometimes.
What do you mean?
It could be worse.
Much, much worse.
Just promise that whatever happens, you won’t try to stop it.
Why shouldn’t I try?
Because you can’t.
So don’t bother.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poems/Short Stories
HorreurI decided to make this a poem and short story book since someone suggested I do so. All are either a poem or short story having to deal with the dark corners of the mind and soul. Particularly mine. I come up with all this on my own so please read a...
