In The Mourning
Highest Rank; #103 in Poetry
Fears of light, and the love of the night.
I don't sleep.
With the incidents; I never could.
They reoccured over and over in my mind until my eyes burned dry. The flames of my heart were nothing to that instant, that one moment, my worst fear, my biggest nightmares, came true.
Now, it comes true every night.
It only shows me things that I do not want to see. Remember. Experience. Sleep is no escape, it is where your worst fears come true. Because whatever your mind ponders, you see at night. And what do we ponder? What do we think about? It isn't pretty.
'Everyone's afraid of the dark.'
I am afraid of the light of day. Of exposure. The past, is always in the present, the future, and every waking mourning.
And sometimes, dreams are not dreams.
They are nightmares.
And just sometimes, it feels as if they are all coming true.