The Dreamer Poem by clawdea benat

The Dreamer

Rating: 3.5


i woke up on my bed in the middle of the night
the state mind of my head caress me to fright
long night to settle in this journey
of nightmare and humorous sympathy

i was so scared and fears came after
my heart pass out and died in a second of suffer
i bled i broke i led to fight
in the end the night broke tight

then the sunset is coming
i close my eyes and sleep as if nothing to conquering
query insulation, no hesitation, just a Dreams
in my eyes in my refutation, i hate it

calling me out everyday
but then my medication finding a way
to last this long-insulation
of suffocation

i go numb and number but it feels high
it feels good and sigh
it feel the drugs inserting in my brain
kept this other dreams destroyed and drain..



i cant
Lord will help

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
from a schizo-paranoid person(that's who i am) . i cant fight it alone.
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