Nightmare

Something personal.

It's like a nightmare stuck on repeat
There's no escape
All you can feel is fear and andrenaline
You run faster and faster, your breathing gets heavier then all of a sudden you're on the ground and he's on top of you
He starts kissing you all over, pulling at your clothes
As he gets more intimate you try to escape But his strong arms incapitate you.
With each shot of whiskey the night grows longer.
This nightmare is stuck on repeat and I cannot escape this reality i am living.

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is personal.. a sad poem. One that i would think many have, this Nightmare.
Written with feeling and one I am sorry is 'something personal'.. write and write some more till the nightmare goes away.

Chloe