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Waking from nightmares, since such things have happened it has been so long. Believing in fact they were over and gone. Now its not so , I wake afraid, confused is it real, no, yet still, my panic wont diffuse. Screaming, blood curdling screams no one can hear. Fighting off attackers that are not real. My mum cannot hear me, just as in the past. Noone can hear now, I keep screaming but nothing comes out. Sounds in the house as I sit alone. Frightened to sleep in my own home. Exhausted my eyes refuse to close. I have to sleep, yet it chills me to the bone. Trying to figure why the mares? Perhaps lack of control my life in the air. Worried my daughter will be alright. I cannot sit up, exhausted all night. I take my phone to place down beside me. More noises sound everything is frightening. Take a deep breath, calm my mind. Yet peace is not near sleep I cannot find. Needing to function I pray for release, hoping the nightmares, for tonight will cease. Knowing as I wake in the morn, the fears will arise with the new dawn. When can I rest? I do not know, I am struggling always, to overthrow. That which hounds me day and night. Positivity hard, panic, anxiety, my fearful plight. |
I enjoyed reading this very much as I can relate wholly. I'm often afflicted with nightmares so lucid and terrifying that I'm too scared to fall back asleep. Some are more like repressed memories and those are even more terrorizing. This is a magnificent poem. Keep up the awesome work and I'll keep reading. »H« | Posted on 2012-02-04 00:00:00 | by MinervaBlu | [ Reply to This ] | |