Echo

I've always wanted to write something about my re-occouring nightmares, so here it is, just a quickie.

I lie in my bed,

Alone in the dark,

I can't see anything.

Most people are scared small spaces,

I am the opposite,

Quivering in fear, tears roll down my face.

Wide, open spaces,

The room is infinite,

The vast scale of my room is unimaginable.

The rich darkness crawls,

Through my eyes and mouth and ears,

Suffocating, drowning.

I can't control what I am doing,

I rip the skin off my hands,

I pull my hair and grind my teeth.

Those years I lost when I didn't care,

I couldn't feel,

I envy how it used to be.

Headphones lie on my sheet,

Echoing songs of anguish,

How I long to climb away from this world of madness.

Author's Note

Hmm, it was written in a few seconds, but I can't bear going over it and correcting it, please don't judge me for it.

Reviews

[paul]

really well written. i really loved the title once i read the last stanza

[guv]

i love how much imagry and emotion you have in your poems,
i like how the firt 2 stanzas portray the unkown and then the third turns it into a loss of control

:)