Not here, not there

Dreams of reprieve discomfit me as I sleep; just trying to keep alive and well, from succumbing to this bottomless hell.

Can’t move can’t speak cant breath or eat; I’m here I’m there I’m not anywhere. I don’t know what it means to live; I’ve got no intellectual breath left to give. It’s devastating, so incapacitating unable to interchange; Bound by worldly conditions I need to rearrange.

Pass this judgment, pass that perception I stay alert for it’ll disperse vast destruction.

Their Demons deploy and declarations destroy; contaminating moral intensity through implementation of immoral simplicity.

I’ve been supplied with the lies and deceits now I must provide, but my eyes are open wide, I’ve been caught in the undertow between death's tide.

Author's Note

Always eager for feedback! this was a poem I originally left untitled...i dont really know what to think of it myself, just something that came out as I laid my pen to paper.

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

This reads like an insightful narration for a just out of reach nightmare. It's more complex than it seems, and I had to read it a few times to get the full impact of it. Very interesting writing, well done!

[NaugleB]

Thank you, that is sort of the feel I had as I wrote it out. I had left it untitled for a long time because I just didnt know to feel about it. Thank you so much for the feed back :)