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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) These nightmares feel real, like I’ve been here before, I must be stuck in a phantasm of visionary abhor. It was when my eyes closed that I knew this was an illusion, now I’m tortured by this ordeal of agony and confusion. Lost in a different dimension full of fear and regret, Déjà vu of tormented realities I wish to forget. Excuse me but I think there’s been some kind of intrusion, will I awake once again drowning in smoldering sweat? This happens too often and can’t be healthy anymore, these nightmares feel real, like I’ve been here before. These nightmares feel real, not fabricated from my imagination, is this a telling of what is to come or a made-up creation? Dread all day leading up to each night with insecurity, the worry and fright of another eight hours of obscurity. Apprehension takes over, I’m a lost woman terrified, I start to become paranoid, I’m a coward petrified. I cannot control these night terrors, this nocturnal anxiety, I run as fast as I can, but there’s never a place to hide. This regular occurrence has caused such daily agitation, These nightmares feel real, not fabricated from my imagination. I shall awake tomorrow morning as I do every day, and at first everything on earth will seem to be okay, but as the day draws closer to dusk my heart starts beating, then the flashbacks of the nightmares keep repeating. I am no longer safe inside this prison I call my mind, I have become timorous and intimidated combined. It’s so difficult to constantly be competing with all the sane and protected people that I find. How do I live with these nightmares my mind replays? I shall awake tomorrow morning as I do every day. It's all a messy blur I can't explain how I feel... all I can say is that these nightmares feel real. Nightmares - Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron January 25th, 2018
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