Nightmares
Nightmares
shivering behind rotting dumpsters
staring at grotesque shadows
making filthy noises
unworthy of any sort of
humanity
the unmistakable stench
of lost opportunity
an infatuation with failure
and the squalor that follows
the wrong side of insanity
grinning poverty
flickering streetlights
the wrong alleyway
I hear a window shatter
there are no victims here
just people who made choices
dying in front of my eyes
but everything
seems as it should be
when you go
straight to the source
time is dwindling fast
feel the honesty of a cell
you know you’ve fallen far
when nightmares comfort you
and all you have left is a
warm, sweaty pillow
Copyright © Kevin Pearce | Year Posted 2015
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