in the dimness & spark of light
i stumbled into the night.
i fell into an endless abyss.
restlessness threatens to swallow me
whole, it burdens my soul.
dreams cloud my thoughts,
my memories are muddled,
it is not subtle.
nightmares elude the crevices of my mind,
i'm binded to them.
fore i can never run fast enough
to escape what holds true
the memories of you.
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Author:
lisztmsv (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one is more hard to describe. Lately I've dreamt about my most haunting memories that I dislike remembering. They take me too close to home. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in my memories. I wonder if everyone or anyone feels similar.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
'it is not subtle.'
such relatable words, dear poet
but why, I wonder
there is so much our awareness
glides past, in every moment
yet, that we find traumatic
or merely problematic, is shoved
into our blinking awareness
like seating, front-row at the cinema
head tilted back
screen larger than the universe
sound as deafening as a scared pulse
and there on endless repeat
is our nightmares, manifested
in every way fantastical..
I think some of us should get medals
for daring to sleep...
lol
Powerful. Memories can have such a hold. Well done.
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