To See Poem by Eben Thedreamer

It reappears

Time and time again. Worries of this and that.

Hopes, wishes and impossible dreams.

Crazy thoughts and scary truths.

Lying to oneself to make the day.

A curse it is, the abillity to see.

The night is relaxing, refreshing, reboots the mind.

Scanning through all forgotten files. All hidden feelings.

Nails tear the flesh as i shiver in fear

Wishing that the shower could clense the filth in one´s soul