It's two AM..
I slept an hour..
the worst hour
the longest hour..
I awake
Surrounded by things
That do not belong to me..
In bed with some monster..
Liquid white eyes..
Small sharp teeth on his
otherwise perfect face..
I must be going crazy..
this is just a dream..
Wake me up..
Someone please..
I roll
I toss
I turn
until I fall out of bed..
I see a little girl who tells me
it is my fault she is dead..
White dress..
Soaked in red
You should have stopped him..
Back then she said..
Why I scream !!
who are you?
I get up..
I turn on the light
I think I must be awake..
Lights don't turn on in dreams..
Do they?
I pinch myself..
Slap myself in the face..
Yup.. I feel it..
Must be awake..
Then I look into the hallway..
He is standing there..
So tall..
So big..
Dead eyes..
Black as coal..
Ohh God, he is back..
Again I fight alone..
A ghost from my past..
Waiting for his chance..
To finish what he started..
when I was just a child..
I know now
I am still asleep..
This doesn't stop the fear..
He is so big..
I feel like a child..
Suddenly...
the lights go out..
Total darkness..
Now I am hysterical..
He wants to hurt me..
Hunt me..
Tie me up..
Have his way..
Take my breath..
Watch me bleed..
Laugh as I pray..
As I plead..
Nothing stops
His endless needs..
Not in life
Not in dreams..
He knows where to find me..
No matter how far I run..
He is always waiting..
At the setting of the sun..
Waiting in my room..
Right now in my hall..
I have run from him
All my life..
Perhaps this time
he will follow me
Strait into the depths of hell..
I cannot seem to escape
in my mind
His evil dwells..
He catches me..
Throws me down..
Then I do awake..
Now afraid
To close my eyes..
My heart beating so fast
I cannot catch my breath..
Wishing I could sleep..
Just one night..
Just one time..
But knowing I cannot...
Control my subconscious mind.
I think at times
I would give my life..
Just to sleep
One peaceful night..
as haunting as some of the things that I write. I thought I would comment on some of your poems and this is the one that stuck out for me. Some of the ones that I wrote out are found on http://nickolaus.diary-x.com. I thought I had a horrific imagination.
I used to have my own nightmares. I can't begin to compare them with yours but they were my own personal hell and robbed me of peace and rest.Then they stopped, I don't know or understand why except that writing had something to do with it.Don't give up hope, Erica.
Your writing is amazing and a vessel for your pain....never put down your pen.
Chrissie ( hug )
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love you
Sorry that you don't
rest well at night...
I know how miserable it
can be.
Been there before..
Great write...
Trixie :)
Your writing is amazing and a vessel for your pain....never put down your pen.
Chrissie ( hug )