New Dreams Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Titillating my mind, giving me new dreams to set in sleep and memorize.
Twisting and bending, forming new breeds of subconscious ideas.
Bleeding from memories, emotions flow, covering me with intense feelings, making me feel what I don't want to.
Trying to escape, searching for exits to get me far away from the past, instead I turn another corner and run headlong into another
just as hurtful and full of pain, sent from yesterday's corner of
my mind's heart.
Slicing and slashing, cutting inside, taking the will to live and
hiding it inside boundaries of suicide.