when I wake up
does not move
but I try
At night, dark moods like figures wake
to pull me in, it’s silent, I fall, overcome.
Reality dances, holds close my delirium, makes me feel the chorus.
My eyes open and close to fall and wake together engulfing.
The pull overwhelms, getting stronger, the darkness dark.
My eyes open, awake, an echo drags shadows, my being afraid.
What is it that just haunted? Asks my wakening mind.
An abstract creation or a representation of nothing…ness?
My eyes open, and it is dark
a heavy feeling, but I rise
the alarm goes, and turns of
I sit straight, to feel
the mask I will wear
a grimace, that takes over
that haunted my dreams
The night, when I am gone
a visual engulfs from amygdala
an ancient fear felt abandoned
Eyes towards a ceiling, that is not there
That face, gazing from above, at me
When the darkness goes inside,
sweltering doubts tear deep.
For what is her demand?
When she looks in me.