bitter-existence

My dreams were quiet, Once I think, But all my nightmares, Towed the brink. Waiting for their chance, And then, All of my nightmares, Come back again. Never stopping, Never ceasing, And in intensity, They were increasing. I hoped to wake, To rise and shine, Hoped the nightmares, Were not mine. But my hoping, Was in vain, For they resurfaced, Once again. And every time, I close my eyes, I’m tangled more, In the web of lies. The dreams I have, They often say, “You are useless, Go away!” But I’ll be strong, And pursue, For in the waking world, There’s you. Nightmares and dreams, Cannot take away, The love i