Six A.M.
Six am sitting here wishing I would sleep.
As the madness ever closer creeps.
Reality mixed with visions of chaos
Wondering when my screaming will stop.
Trapped inside the depths of my mind
Like a movie stuck on rewind
Playing these images over and over
Never allowing me time to recover
Pounding the terror deep into me
When dear goddess will they let me be?
Leaving me the peace of eternal slumber
Before my mind completely crumbles.
Leaving me a shattered shell
Trapped in my own living hell
My world left forever cold
My world left forever cold....
Copyright © Julia Brown Badr | Year Posted 2009
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