Sometimes I wake up in terror
Convinced that I’ve messed it all up
My breathing stays heavy for minutes
Until I start to understand
That my dream went so wrong at the end
Because I fought for a few extra minutes of
sleep
Instead of forcing myself awake
And returning to a world
Which while frightening
Is not as bad
As the things I do to myself
When my mind is still trying to fend it off
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