At night they whisper
During the day they rest
Now I see
Why they scream in glee
Those screams
Chasing me in my dreams
Oh, please
Make them go
Oh, please
Let me watch them leave
The shaking shoulders
My skin growing colder
My throat aches
And my knees crumble
How can they
Enjoy my suffering?
My eyelids are heavy
My chest is empty
So far away
Are the days where I could stay
Out there in sun
Now the wetness drowns my face
Helplessly I try to push them away
Unsurely I gather my fears
Gratefully I lay down
But then again
Just like that
They are back
Laying next to me
And here I am
Being laughed at by my Gods
How could they?
Who are they?
I call them my nightghosts...
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Red
Puisi"But the sun rises again, The night has passed away And she's once again clay [...]" This is a poetry book. My deepest thoughts, doubts and secrets have written this book together.
