Catacomb Of My Mind

A poem about sleepless nights

Catacomb Of My Mind

Think of obsession try to run and hide

dark twisted tunnels catacombs of my mind

secrets hidden, never to be told 

darkness never to be released soul already sold

waiting for the nightmares as light begins to fade

tortured by taunting memories to which I remain enslaved

how can we release the thoughts?

 the penance has been paid

ive already had to deal with the pain

these catacombs keep them in shade

open up to new experience and try to lighten my mind

walking throughout darkness dreaming

no light I remain blind 

 

Try to forget the past 

try to think happy thoughts before I sleep

but the catacombs of my mind are thick 

and they are running deep 

I waken from my slumber obsessed by my past

surely this can’t continue how long will this last?

Cold sweat is swept from my brow as eyelids heavy drop 

already hear the screaming the echo the catacombs won’t stop 

 

victim to twisted tunnels, running wild another sleepless night

at least I have a few more hours to try and store something bright

Author's Note

Nightmares from the past haunt you please review and be honest

Reviews

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I understand this totally. Our pasts haunt us, some more then others, but all of our mistakes and fears consume us when we are alone or in a vulnerable state. A well written piece. Well done.