Sleep began
as an escape
from you.
but
Sleep turned
into a nightmare
starring you.
I close my eyes,
mind swirling with scenarios of you.
You doing things that would only happen
in my dreams.
Dreams.
Dreams are not reality.
And dreams are not
an escape.
I used to dream of the future, opportunities, friends, love.
These dreams have dwindled
You have taken away my dreams.
And now, sleep is not an escape
from the pain you bring me.
It is only a trap,
inside my own mind.
You have trapped me.
Stuck
-J
About the Creator
Stuck in Place
Amy whistled as she walked through her front yard, looking for any sticks she could pick up and throw into the pile she and her brother were making. They had a big windstorm recently; as such, all the trees in their yard had suffered some damage in some loss of sticks. Or perhaps losing those sticks was a good thing since their trees probably needed to be pruned anyway. Amy wasn't sure.
By Rebecca Patton5 days ago in Fiction
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