Wake Up!

Wake up. Wake up! I tried to pry my eyes open. Wake up. I clawed and clawed at my open eyes. I could not wake. Why could I not wake from this nightmare? Wake up. I stopped fighting. I could feel it coming back. Everything came back. It played before my eyes once again. Over. And over. And over again. Make it stop. Please. Wake up. Tears escaped my eyes as it played again. There was nothing I could do. No matter how hard I fought. I could not wake. One cannot wake from reality.

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Danny Derden

Date: 7/10/2025 7:14:00 PM

Your imagery is visceral. The act of “clawing at open eyes” isn’t just a metaphor—it’s almost cinematic. You’ve carved out a vivid emotional landscape using very few words, and that’s a strength. There’s restraint here, yet every line seems intentional, even relentless, which mirrors the torment you're portraying.