Nightmares

I am not cut out for the nights,
Fear of the dark, a string of frights. 
The sound of the wind, 
Twisting little twigs off the branches. 
Windows creaking,  
Night birds singing. 
All so clear in the silence.  

That's when the mind wanders off,  
To a place where I don't belong.
A place where my own being is shattered, 
Where the ones I love are endangered. 

The more I try to escape,  
The further I venture.  
Trying to catch a breath every time, I struggle to the surface, 
Only to sink in deeper, and fall from grace. 

Night after night, it's the same old story,  
A beautiful dream, that goes awry.  
A threat it feels now, to close my eyes, 
These false awakenings make me wonder, if reality is all lies. 

A respite is what I look for;  
An answer to this never-ending somberness. 
'Cause they come rushing to me every night, 
Leaving me in shivers; a state of helplessness.  

Nightmares.

Pause

A Short Epiphany

Truth is, 

Everytime I write about you, 

Every drop of my emotions bleeds dry. 

The numbness in me becomes stronger. 

The soul inside of me; darker.

Powerless

Shadowed Voices.
As I lay down on my bed,
Watch the fan slowing down.
Every rotation,
Like a daunting scream into my ears,
Taking days to go quiet.
 

Still Moments.
As I sit on my chair,
Stare at the old wooden clock ticking.
Every sixty seconds,
Like a painful bit,
Taking a year to pass.
 

Silent Agitations.
As I walk down the street,
Look at the road ahead.
Every journey,
Like a paralyzed set of eyes,
Taking a lifetime to blink.

Take A Look Around

When In Love

No Sign Of Her