March 6, 2014 § Leave a comment

In times of past, my life was grey-

a soulless mass with little thought-

when on my pillow, my head would lay,

and bring all freedom awake i sought.


My head would dream, and dream all night

such easy dreams, all filled with love

and happy things- once true and right-

that when i woke, would lack thereof.


Yet now I find myself, reversed;

with what once was a place of rest

and liberty, I’m nightly cursed,

and fear the beating in my chest.


The dark that did my sanity keep,

now causes me to fight my sleep.




Where Am I?

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