I’ve awakened from terrible visions.
I have screamed in the dead of the night.
Vivid nightmares have carved their incisions
In the cracks of my terror and fright.
Every time I have slept in the solace
Of my wonderful, comforting bed,
Still the demons come, evil and lawless,
As they bask in the sea of my dread.
In the darkness, I try to find meaning
As the horrors surround me in there.
I can hear wicked voices demeaning.
To confront them, I never would dare.
But they press down upon me, undaunted,
For they know that my will isn't strong.
So they leave me both weary and haunted,
And I know that the night will be long.
As the voices get closer and louder,
I can’t even begin to beseech.
They are grinding my will into powder,
And salvation is just out of reach.
In the maze of my mind, I am straying.
I cannot find the path to get out.
Every turn that I take is betraying.
I am swallowed by terror and doubt.
Now the demons are looming behind me,
As I race to a door in the void.
But I know they are there to remind me
That my sanity will be destroyed.
I can hear them all scream in frustration
As I go through where they cannot track.
Though my heart is now filled with elation,
They still know that one day, I’ll come back.
Every night, I can still hear them hissing,
And I don’t want to go back to sleep.
Both my courage and resolve are missing.
In the dark, I see things as they creep.
As I sit here and wait for the morning,
I look up to the moon in the sky,
And I ask, “Will there be any warning?
Will I bid my own reason goodbye?”
I have screamed in the dead of the night.
Vivid nightmares have carved their incisions
In the cracks of my terror and fright.
Every time I have slept in the solace
Of my wonderful, comforting bed,
Still the demons come, evil and lawless,
As they bask in the sea of my dread.
In the darkness, I try to find meaning
As the horrors surround me in there.
I can hear wicked voices demeaning.
To confront them, I never would dare.
But they press down upon me, undaunted,
For they know that my will isn't strong.
So they leave me both weary and haunted,
And I know that the night will be long.
As the voices get closer and louder,
I can’t even begin to beseech.
They are grinding my will into powder,
And salvation is just out of reach.
In the maze of my mind, I am straying.
I cannot find the path to get out.
Every turn that I take is betraying.
I am swallowed by terror and doubt.
Now the demons are looming behind me,
As I race to a door in the void.
But I know they are there to remind me
That my sanity will be destroyed.
I can hear them all scream in frustration
As I go through where they cannot track.
Though my heart is now filled with elation,
They still know that one day, I’ll come back.
Every night, I can still hear them hissing,
And I don’t want to go back to sleep.
Both my courage and resolve are missing.
In the dark, I see things as they creep.
As I sit here and wait for the morning,
I look up to the moon in the sky,
And I ask, “Will there be any warning?
Will I bid my own reason goodbye?”
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Author:
Andrew Durbin (
Offline) - Published: June 9th, 2022 18:03
- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
Beautiful and relatable in my book. Raw images and feelings flow through your words. Great poem and very well constructed. Nicely done!
Thank you
Really good!
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