Lying in bed
with the covers pulled taunt,
from over my toes
to my head, so distraught,
I marvel as monsters
escape from my closet.
Liars, wretched,
pretending they're honest.
Whispering to me
things I'd thought I'd forgotten
with details skewed
'til my dreams all turn rotten.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
