Demons From My MindA Poem by FaeryQueenotsSometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, wondering why I can't fall asleep again.
And sometimes, I don't wonder at all. ---
Blindly I woke one morning, doing no harm as usual, I went downstairs.
I called the airport and the conversation between the two of us went something like this:
"Ma'am, how can I help you?"
It was 2am in my home, WHAT AM I DOING??!!???!!!
"Um, sure, yes, I would like to book a flight."
"Did you go to our website?"
Which would be???!!???
"No, well, you see Miss..."
"Ma'am, please, I advice you to get more sleep, it's 2 am, why don't you go back to bed, okay?"
I sighed and for a moment, looked out the window, considering the option.
Her voice seemed distant, far away.
"Ma'am, are you still there?"
I wasn't so sure if I was.
They came; their white suits glowing. Their eyes shining maliciously; their mouths foaming. I could've sworn to myself I was going crazy, had it not been for the voices coming from the sky. They were telling me not to listen to them, that if I did, the devil would come and take away my soul.
"Don't listen to us; listen to your husband"
A foamy figure in the shape of my lover came to me, gaining color with every step, the whites of his eyes becoming whiter. "Listen to them, love. They're right. The voices up there are only a hallucination. They have no idea what we have down here, we have each other, we have so much more than what they have." I felt my breath caught in the back of my throat. There were moments of realization.
Moments where time did not matter at all to me.
There were bright lights everywhere as I felt myself lift from the ground.
The moon hung by a string, the desires of him surged through the entire sky, making the stars dance.
I recognized all the settings I flew by.
I missed home.
I miss the scent of his skin; the sway of his hips when he's dancing
The way my breath gets stuck in my throat whenever he's around. I can smell him. His skin smells like spring. His touch; his spark; his love, the way he moves about. Is he awake, I will never know. I feel cool. Water is being splashed somewhere. My open eyes flutter into focus. My lover, he's in front of me, I touch his face so gently.
He leaves; my heart breaks. This whole fiasco; a lie, a trick of the mind. My kindness has all been wasted on something that's not even there; not even there. My kindness vanished after that day.
But my kindness is still there It's still there It's just All in my mind My kindness has gone It has Only Inside my mind And so have I Inside my mind
© 2016 FaeryQueen |
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Added on April 24, 2016 Last Updated on April 24, 2016 Author
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