I dream of a man in my sleep...
I dream of a man and his name is John.
John hurts me in my sleep and looks at me as I scream.
Sometimes he tortures me, now on those days I wish he had been merciful to my misery.
Suffering in the hands of John is the most alluring feeling, he sleeps with me in my room, stands by the corner right next to the light and switches it off but when I turn it on...he disappears bit then gets mad and brews a raging storm.
He knows he cannot hurt me, he cannot harm me...
When I sleep with the light on, he waits for it to burn out for my execution, he waits for the moment of weakness to give me my constant fate.
My best friend's name is John.
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General FictionPoetry by Ladi. A collection of poetry opening a door of many, a creative that struggles with mental health.
