Nightmare

Uncertainties haunt the night.

Dreams, merely mockery of nightmares.

Crisis of existence that never ends,

Hurting and being hurt,

Resisting and running away,

Comparison that only exists where self-reflection is never a choice

Veins carrying essentials for survival

Daunting background noises.

It’s never not been there,

But it’s never been real.

Countless versions of insomniatic nights,

Poetic verses that can be interpreted a million different ways.

Fear of the night, 

Night that’s never been too dark.

That place, so familiar like recurring dreams.

It warms and exhausts the heart,

Flashback so fast, too fast to make out an image.

Yet the heart knows of it, because it’s so vivid and clear.

Gray and unfocused, but all the more colorful and energetic.

Not knowing what to run away from, but it’s the never-ending woods.

Fear of being lost, and of being found.

Knowing I’m being watched, but not knowing the watcher is me.

It’s time to wake, but that feeling of being watched lasts forever.

Getting used to the rhythm of my breath, pace of my run,

Noticing all habits and the little reactions along the way.

Wanting to escape, but knowing this is the safest place.

Where am I? When will I be found?

Author's Note

Scrambled thoughts anyone?