Tribulation Poem by Jeremy Ybarra

The dream comes to me when i least expect it.

Pumping my veins up to where i just can't take it.

Elevates me to a higher level.

As if i am rising up to a revel.

Falling upward to the sky.

Watching everything rapture right by.

In my own dimension slipping away.

Going faster faster day by day.

Burning up in a world so cold.

Knowing nothing but trying to be so bold.

It's my inner thoughts which is more disturbing than the world
around me.

You see me sleeping there so soundly.

But i'm there fighting my demons and yours.

Being locked in my own doors.

Consumed by our hate.

Is it to late? I can still escape this.

But pulled back by all the bliss.

I go in to find answers.

But come out with mind full of cancers.

Doubting myself now.

Will i ever get out?

I need peace at mind.

But more chaos is what i seem to find...