Lying in the Dark

Wed, 04/06/2016 - 22:43 -- Anri

At the latest hour, in the darkest night is where my thoughts wander each night.

Sleep has not yet come, the nightmares have not yet begun but I cannot wake from a nightmare when I am living in one.

Sleep comes at last but it is no relief from the living hell I’m in.

The nightmares torture me throughout the night as I toss in my bed.

Nightmares running round my mind each night and slowly drive me mad.

Endless deaths I die each night watching my life pass before me in the still silence of sleep.

And when I wake the thoughts don’t leave but remain in silence still.

Waiting for a moment in which to climb their way up out of the deep dark hole I locked them in.

The night is meant for shadows, for the shadows to creep amongst the darkness.

Until the darkness and my thoughts become one. And every night I lie awake and hope for better dark to come.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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