I had a dream last night.
It was a bad one.
Perhaps the worst.
I woke up choking,
something salty running down my cheeks,
feeling so afraid I couldn't breathe.
I, remember it now.
I was searching,
amidst my sorrow, my pain and my fear.
I was searching for you.
Looking to protect you, against a monster, who could only harm me.
Against my own, twisted, mind.
It's agonising, that you will never know.
Isn't it pitiful?
In that moment,
I would have gladly traded my heart, my sanity and my soul,
for even a shard, of you.
YOU ARE READING
Truly,
PoesíaThis, in case you were wondering, is a collection and record of the spontaneous poems and written pieces I write, for me. I use writing to channel a large part of my emotions, and the pieces you may read are a consequence of this. The reason I share...
