A Nightmare Poem

Ineffable days surround me.

The future does not bring

new tears.

A nightmare poem is dying in me,

the time that was supposed to stay here

is running out.

Will the silence, hastily written on

a piece of paper,

bring about some intricate kisses?

I want sleepless nights

to become a prologue to

the innocent,

an antidote to dream thoughts.

Let's hope

that a lie can also be cozy.

Tears tired of loneliness

are louder than screams.

Close your eyes, you will see more

than when the light goes out.

Could the pain kill my dreams?

Suffering lost the fight.

Could time satisfy our desires?

Before you think one last time,

heal your life.

Your fate is dying, consumed by

golden hatred.

Reviews

[KAREN]

Full of emotion!
Could the pain kill my dreams?
Suffering from the fight.
Could time satisfy our desires?

[M. J. Smith]

The raw heart bleeding out from an unstaunchable wound... Emotion pours out like water from a busted pipe, flooding the reader.