NIGHTMARE

When I sleep

I see their faces

and feel them

again and again

Something triggers

these memories buried

deep inside my head

As I sleep I'm taken back

to the fear that puts me this dark hole

where the filth , the shame overwhelms

and little by little destroys my soul

I can't run and I can't hide

it's to much and it's taken control

I'm awaken, now shacking

I can't breathe,

I can't think

Don't touch me

I want to die

but all I do is cry

Reviews

[Patricia Rogers]

Yes Samuel there is always hope if one hasn't given up ... this poem is merely the effects of a survivor ... tortured memories rarely shut down even while one sleeps :(

[Samuel Dickens]

So much despair. Surely there is hope for better thoughts and dreams.