The knowing

Maybe your restlessness lies not with your conscience

Perhaps fearing what you'll find halts your entrance instead

For once you slip under you know you must stare

And in crumbling souls haunted shapes fill the air

                            

Or is it just the fear that the doors will stay shut

Leaving you stuck to explore what you hid

Both can make sleep an awful affair

But neither do justice to my despair

 

See, for me, it is clear, why I always arouse

Inside my dreams there's a beautiful life

And once, long ago, it was mine, mine alone

But melancholy is now that which doth own

 

So I cower away from the edge of my soul

As to not relive what was so hard to let go

But it's not from fear of the pain it creates

It’s the knowing that always I shall awake

Author's Note

First time ever writing a poem. I don't know much anything about poetry, this just happened organically. Reads a little odd due to the fact I don't know how to get across how it sounds in my head. Looking for general suggestions about it. Feel free to share anything.