Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
This Nightmare - Poem by Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
I awoke this morning, to find myself in the same nightmare that I have been living in for a little more then four months... I realize this is not a nightmare but my real life it has consumed my very thoughts and I am dieing a slow death with no where to run, and I haven’t had any rest, still I must push on.
Let me start from the began I woke up one morning and she was gone no where to be found, my love, my life, has made her way to heaven leave us here to face our fears a lone.
I will end my life to day if I was promise to see her again but that is not the way it goes’, it makes me wonder if there is really a heaven and how will I know that I am not waiting in vain..
What a life to live knowing that I will never have a chance to hold HER or to hear her wonderful voice.
I need to say this shit is driving me in sane to know that this is my reality and it is my living nightmare.
I sleep a little long because sleep is the cousin of death and I have a chance to talk with you a little longer even if it is just in my dreams, “my dreams that funny.”
This nightmare of mines is almost like living in hell right here on earth, My heart is so heavy and I cannot finds the words that I want to use to express my feelings without getting upset, crying and yelling (this world is so unfair) .
I miss her so much that at times I get lost in this nightmare of mines.
I don’t wish this much pain on anyone but still I am too live this nightmare of my until it is my time and who knows how long will that be until God sets me free but until that time come I will be here living in this nightmare world of mines.
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