I woke up today.
Again.
Wondering when,
These feelings will end.
Where has my mind been?
Lately, I find myself,
Drifting away,
During the day,
To a place,
I’ve only seen,
In my dreams.
It seems to me,
To be,
A place of such eloquence,
And beauty,
That was constructed,
With much precision,
And grace.
But, when I arrive,
And despite all I’ve tried,
I find that I,
Make light nullified.
I am,
The harbinger of darkness,
I am,
Terror incarnate,
The killer of dreams,
The epitome of nightmares.
Life is not fair,
But what do I care?
Do I go outside today?
Out there?
Where they all stare.
Or do I stay inside?
Where I can hide,
Until these thoughts and feelings have died,
Or subside?
Will I destroy all as my nightmares portray?
If I talk to someone, will I know just what to say?
If I lose my mind in any way,
Will I notice right away?
These are only a few of the things that stand in my way,
If I go outside today.
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