Soaked sheets..
Soaked cheeks..
Shaking movements..
No air to breathe..
Eyes wide open..
Lights Brightly shine..
music turned up..
My eyes they won't shut because of memory's that have built up
My brain how it haunts me..
Constantly torments me
No air to breathe
No time for sleep
Lost with no hope
the night terrors
Turned viscous
My brain will need stitches
My lips sealed shut
Cold sweats
shaking hands
zipped mouth
an broken hope
These are the things I know most
they haunt
they creep
with no hope for sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by a broken soul
PoetryThese are poems I have written I will update as I write more I hope you enjoy they come from my heart!
