My Kind Of Nightmares Poem by Kevin Wang

(Summary: When preparing to go to sleep, I’d wished to not dream of hur, for it’d just be my deathbed once again. One dream-I was trapped, with rags on; and I was all alone with only tiny bits of shimmering pictures of the laughter of my friends spinning above my head. One dream-In a repeating setting of CHS, I only dream of hur, the essence of happy thoughts; though never forgotten, it’d still hurt to dream of hur. Repeating dream-In the same room, I’d be with hur but I’d be only a ghost, a dead memory forgotten to hur. When awaken-I’m just a teen who has nightmares about the truth I can never face, I can never forget, I can never truly let go)
slightly shivering
rock back and forth
on a creaky bed
lay curled up into a ball
as to slowly welled up
to prepare myself in my own little awakening grave

waking in a desolate spot
trapped in a aura of fear
replaced in rags
spinning and spinning around
are laughter of friends echoing faintly
making these screams of agony in here
to let it stop
MAKE IT ALL GO AWAY! ! !

Waking in another repeating setting
This school where writing become a lie
Where love is only a forgotten token
But holding hands
Of a touch was warm
Awake with terror
For it’d never come true

Waking in endless amounts
Seeing a musty essence
Of a fragrance wrapped in water
As memory ticks off
Like an exploding bomb

Waking in tears
Not of terror
Not of glee
But of broken shards