Is it still a night-mare,
which plagues my days?
Infecting my imperfect mind
destroying me in ways,
that I could not imagine.
Ways my mind could not conceive,
a single thought, brought to the surface,
I’ve seen, and I believe.

My pounding heart,
alarm clock pulse,
that wakes me from my slumber,
the creaking floor,
The howling wind,
The air of hate and thunder.

I’ve woken many times to find,
I’m still inside my bed,
But deep within,
I understand,
I’m trapped inside my head.

The let downs that remind me,
of why I’m all alone,
the ones I turned my back to,
when my heart had turned to stone,
the eyes that haunt me,
taunt my dreams,
The tear soaked faces
running streams,
the scrambling sensation,
my body in the air,
the impact on the pavement,
but I’m empty, I don’t care.

~ Andrew
I’ve wanted to address fear for a long time in my poetry and I never feel I’m able to capture the fear I feel so this is as close as I can get. This might be a little dark but I’ve been having nightmares about the things that have gone wrong in my life in the past so I wanted to at least write down what happened and then this came from it.
The whole body in the air thing comes from my fear of green cars (I was hit by one, it’s perfectly rational) so I would like to share Pessimists and Pedestrians with you if you haven’t already read it.
This has to be one of the darkest poems I’ve written for some time, what a way to come off a week of positives eh? :p


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