Every time my eyes close,
I will the darkness to hunt me.
Stalk me like a predator,
Consume me like prey.
My eyes like an old woman's skin,
Sagging like the pants of thugs.
Feeble blinks,
Depression stinks.
Asking for help
And getting startled by each yelp
From the demons surrounding me.
Please help.
Exactly when did sleep disown me,
When did nighttime get so lonely?
When did my brain develop a fear of the dark.
When did I need a walk in the park,
To get me tired enough to start falling asleep again,
It's getting bleak again.
It feels like hell.
That is, if hell was dark and tiring,
Instead of hot and fiery.
If hell was another sleepless night and
bags beneath my eyes.
If hell was the shining purple beneath my eyelids
and the eye bags big enough to carry my sorrows.
If hell was the desert at the back of my throat and the aching feeling at the pit of my stomach.
It felt like hell.
A hell bordered by the tear stained pillows beneath my head,
And the crumpled sheets at the end of my bed.
A hell filled with caffeine and daytime screams.
And prison cells filled with my hopes and dreams.
It was my own personal hell, filled with demons,
Could you tell?
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recollection.
PoésiePoems written by yours truly. From points of view that aren't always my own. They're all written by me, just written about different perspectives. Please dont claim these as your own... Trigger warning: One or more of these poems contain mature co...
