The space between dreams and nightmares

I have a lot of nightmares. They come and go as they please, only serving to bring me suffering in my wake. But it’s not like killer clowns chase after me in nightmares of animated horrors. No, my dreams are never like Stephen King novels. Rather, they resemble the real world a little too closelyContinue reading “The space between dreams and nightmares”

I get to sleep in my own bed

Tonight I get to sleep in my own bed, A small privilege I often overlook And very much take for granted, Welcomes me back into its fold Of striped pillows and scattered blankets. The goose down keeps me warm As winter begins to steal away daylight; And whether I float away into sweet dreams OrContinue reading “I get to sleep in my own bed”

In Between

She wakes up from another slumber Like the drowned gasping for air, Yet, she only dreams black, And does not know What torments her so. Her world is still dark Until the blinds are raised, But she always lies there Amidst the glimmers of light Through the gaps of curtain, To catch her breath AndContinue reading “In Between”

Yesterday I woke up from a dream

Yesterday I woke up from a dream – The world welcomed a new normal, A new normal of everlasting days And sleepless nights. I lived in a world of grey cellophane, Of the lies we tell ourselves, And monochromatic events That forfeited souls still live for. In that world lived a boy with a beanie;Continue reading “Yesterday I woke up from a dream”