terrors

when you wake from nightmares into the morning, what keeps your sanity in check?

do the visions you see when your eyes are closed, not haunt your daily maneuvers in the light?

surely the screams you hear when you try to regain strength at night, echo throughout any waking moments you have. 

your skin crawls with agony as you try to escape these horrors, but the day break engulfing you is the only release. 

as you grow tired and weary. waiting for the time when you close your eyes and don’t see the last breath of loved ones and the pain of losing yourself , come to be. 

no, you are stuck here. in limbo. in disposition. hoping that you will one day rest and be rejuvenated – upon your wake. 

or never wake up again. 

conflict

cast off your armour (friend)

no one wants to pierce your skin

let your weary bones rest

the days of trouble are no more

lay down your weapons (ally)

their use is now null

never again shall they clash

foes rest as well

ease your mind (soul)

let go of your fears

of memories

of terror

 

has no one told you?

the war is over

makes us

it’s a messy business,
waking up in the morning.
not prepared for the day.
it shows off.
it pushes you.
continue,
to strive.
whispers catch you.
with cold shivers.
a failure to grasp another.
so easy to get,
so easy to ask.
but why waste their breath.
sidewalks bend.
lives curve.
raised eyebrows in every room.
fiery tongues spit.
while quivering digits drop.
prepared for the worst.
visions inside.
future plans.
bitter taste.
sleeping escape.
these lives of ours.