A poem by me

I don’t know how this ends
I’m blinded from the past
Living in terror of the moment
Losing hope for a future
Wanting to feel
Waiting for the exact time
Wishing in desperation
Seeing nothing
Feeling my heart
Pounding in my ears
Pleading for silence
I hear the screams
Knowing they are in my head
Not real
Pinch myself
In hopes I wake
From this cold hearted dream
But it has its hold on me
There is no relief
In my past
In my present
Do I hold on for a future?
It’s a dark night
That never ever ends
A nightmare
Lived in real time.


Nobody said paranoia didn’t have a reason. You’ve just got to realize it’s all in the past. Blink your eyes and wake up.

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