Poems for the Pained

A Poem To Stop The Dreams

I have tried so many times,
To get this down on paper.
Each time I try,
I begin to cry,
And think "Ill write it later."

This poem has a rhyming scheme,
The first of all my work,
Because at night when I try to dream,
All I feel is hurt.

I see his hands creep higher,
And slowly fade from view.
I cannot scream I cannot shout,
So what's a kid to do?
I lay there still the entire time,
Just nodding back and forth,
But I feel as though I'm spinning,
And my brain starts to contort.

It's at this point it stops,
My memory hits a wall.
My dreams all end the same,
It's when I start to fall.

The falling didn't happen,
Not something true or real,
I guess it's there for comfort,
There to help me heal.