Born of Bad Dreams
Descending deeper with each passing day
into some bittersweet abyss.
Unraveling fast and beginning to fray,
I wonder if I'll even be missed.
Married now to the newest of pains,
conserving such mystery.
I fear I can no longer refrain
the demon that lives in me.
Do I remember what it means
to love myself inside?
I am a creature born of bad dreams,
running out of places to hide.
How much longer can I evade
the truth that's given chase?
Void of soul, I'm a renegade,
haunting this horrid place.
Perhaps there is but one way out
that I'm hard pressed to learn,
face your fears to remove all doubt.
Stop running now and turn.
Yes it's going to make me bleed,
and tears are yet to be cried.
Maybe this time I'll succeed
in releasing the monster inside.
Copyright © Christina Peters | Year Posted 2018
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