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.
Ghostwriter
By fablesmyth
Living with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams... More