Night Terror
Panic as I roam the ash covered streets on an endless journey through
smoldering buildings with a vile smell of burning flesh.
“Where is she!” with a constant skip of a record, building my anxiety to dangerous
heights as the very source of life in the body begins to beat to the point of
destruction.
Wanting to save her from the depths of hell on earth, at reach I am but too far to
embrace as I hear her cries.
With a sudden jolt of panic, I slam the lids of my tearful eyes open to a reality of a
realm in the present, which depicts a world not better than these terrors called
dreams.
Water running profusely from my tormented soul, as I lie in that salty liquid that
consumes the cloth hugging the cold clammy flesh of my body.
Misery fed by memories that invade my mind with such violence, relinquishing
emotions with intensity to overwhelming to contain.
These clear like spheres of water running freely down the tender skin of my face
leaving the eyes swollen and red as I gasp for air.
I’m alive just for today until I close my eyes and revisit hell, praying somehow that
god will save me and allow me to sleep in peace.
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