The Nightmare.
There I sit alone with fear,
Not knowing what dangers could come near.
I look to the left; I look to the right,
Nothing around me gives off any light.
I hear the voices inside my head,
Every night as I lay in my bed.
They talk of lost friends, lost dreams, lost hope.
They make me ponder, weep, and mope.
When this happens I break down and cry,
For it only happens as the night goes by.
I'm vulnerable, helpless, for I am not aware.
Someone please help me get out of this nightmare...
Yea... I wrote this poem like at the begining of the year... Yea. You could sayy I had a bad day/night...
I dunno even why I posted it. Feedback I guess.
Not knowing what dangers could come near.
I look to the left; I look to the right,
Nothing around me gives off any light.
I hear the voices inside my head,
Every night as I lay in my bed.
They talk of lost friends, lost dreams, lost hope.
They make me ponder, weep, and mope.
When this happens I break down and cry,
For it only happens as the night goes by.
I'm vulnerable, helpless, for I am not aware.
Someone please help me get out of this nightmare...
Yea... I wrote this poem like at the begining of the year... Yea. You could sayy I had a bad day/night...
I dunno even why I posted it. Feedback I guess.