Poetry

Sleepless Nightmare

written by: deanna88

The dead sleep
Awakens my conceptions
I wait to see
If eagerness builds with the sight of lost emotion
My eyes begin to open
My conscience ponders as it awaits
but my patience has been fooled as
I consume the sight of nothing
The surroundings have yet remained
With the ink of agony
My mentality has been stained
A moment of truth
Becomes ash from the flames
My mind is set
To what has been replaced
Recede to my position
As it falls into place
Not one single trace, of it's original traits
Constant contradicting states
Natural desires becomes the edge of the blade
How can I save
When it is who I am after
It is no longer inscrutable
As it looks back in laughter
It is me I am after
The image embraced
Trails the fight of sorrow
Then misery takes over
As to fault I swallow
The colors, I have seen, is what it now lacks
May it peel away the layers
And drip with shades of black
I reach for every moment
To watch it crumble at hand
A nightmare I was convinced it was
But reality is where it stands

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