Unwanted thoughts,
Unwelcome thoughts
Occupy my midnight hours,
Replaying like a screen show.
Thoughts that terrify me,
That bring back .... dreadful memories.
Thoughts I cannot banish
As the feeling of nausea rises through
My being.
Imprinted on my mind,
On my pillow,
On my eyes.
All I can think, see, know.
They don't go away.
Dancing their tormenting waltz,
They implant themselves within the
Crumbling fortress of my mind.
I'm trying to sleep, but wakeful
With nightmares, threatening to
Torture me until I wake,
Pale, tear-stained,
And shaking.
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My Poems
My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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