NightmareA Poem by Not hereIt's a nightmare, a catastrophe, full of everyone else's blasphemy. There's no escape, and no way out; you just to wait for it to play out. So take a second to just look around because this is the new home you've found. Don't you remember back in the day when everybody lived life in the way that nowadays seems so un-phased. We lived and did what we pleased. They could not affect our display that we chose to put on. Hey, we used to be so amazing until we let them begin fazing us with their unnatural sayings. "You're not good enough, you're just playing. This isn't your thing, start praying if you want to begin slaying these giants in your way, weighing you down again." They're swaying your opinion right? Betraying what you believe is dismaying and will not help at all. Preying beasts are surveying you're scared carcass. Perhaps you already look like scraps because you're walking into traps by giving up. If you collapse I can promise you'll relapse back and be stuck in the gaps created by the fall. I hope you have someone to call when you begin to crawl back to the finish line. All of your hope was given away when you spent the entire day alone and without a friend. This nightmare has no end. It's a nightmare, a catastrophe, full of everyone else's blasphemy. There's no escape, and no way out; you just to wait for it to play out. So take a second to just look around because this is the new home you've found. It's insane and automatic shocking through me like some crazy static. Electricity never felt so alive even if I won't exactly do what I call thrive. I'm on a road to a climatic, fanatic and often dogmatic finish to my problematic trail through all this darn traumatic stress that's beating upon me. How am I supposed to be free of this pain, shame, and insane fear when I can't get over it drawing near while it continues to quite frankly jeer at me. This is my richest year but haunted by this nightmare clear. If I could just have a hope to escape then maybe my plans could take shape but as for me now, I must roam and hope to find a different home. It's a nightmare, a catastrophe, full of everyone else's blasphemy. There's no escape, and no way out; you just to wait for it to play out. So take a second to just look around because this is the new home you've found. © 2015 Not hereReviews
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