Sleepless nights once have reached again.
Another magical dream tainted with horrifying nightmares.
Many with meaning and some with missing pieces.
How to explain it when it makes no sense?
How to understand it when I don't myself?
How to tell someone when it sounds unbelievable?
Forget, forget, forget.
Forget that I ever saw those flashes,
The horrific sight would forever taint my mind.
I can't seem to be a peace,
Always looking to satisfy my mind,
Yet nothing works, the worries increase.
Going to bed is something I dread.
Nights are now wasted,
Sleeps are now heavily requested.
Dreams are nightmares,
My mind is a mess.
Yet my soul wonders to find another dream,
Longing to put the pieces together.
Once and forever in the world of sweet dreams and nightmares.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
