Have you ever had a bad dream, that wakes you up sweaty, and then it lingers in a fuzzy way? And scared to even fall asleep. So you stay awake… Staring at the dark….
Bad dream
Plays out
Torments
behind the closed eyes
Cold Sweat
on the brow
and a pounding heart
That almost died
Woke up
relieved
It was unreal
made up with a bunch of lies
Awake now
Dream yet lingered
Fading, yet Laden
With a list of whys
Unreal t’was
But the fear wasn’t
limits of reason
It brazenly defies
I try and forget
and sleep again
unable to shed the memory
Despite the eager tries
There I lay
Staring at the dark
Afraid of my own mind
Of what it can conjure and fantasise
Half asleep
Or half awake
drifting in between
the fretful mind and tired eyes
My Tales Within 