A nightmare?

This is when i had a sad muse, my life, and it was only a few weeks ago that i got over it but it seems im going back to this type of muse again(but i refuse to right anything sad)

Awaking from sorrow

only to realize

it was no dream

 

to fear the worse

and feel the pain

of reality

 

to know slowly but surely

all that makes you

is being taken away

 

my world crumbles

and my soul,its core

slowly begins to follow the path

 

death is the judgement

of my life

should it continue down this path

 

joy is the

treasure

that evades me upon a brighter path.

Reviews

[Elijah]

Great poem!