sleepA Poem by Jolyrose
Supposed sweet release. Relief. The end of the day. Ready for the new. No control in dreams. Or nightmares. So stark, so vivid that you wake. Heart pounding, flushed, terrified. Try to reason it out, try to make sense. Overwhelmed. Drugs. Stoned, stupefied into repose. The underlying problem still alive, real. There are reasons. Many and varied. To be afraid. So controlled during the day. Mind forcing you to deal with them when all you want is the oblivion of unconscious. Monsters, psychopaths, unseen terror. Or worse… You can’t remember what woke you. What caused the panic, the swift desire for chemical relief, no matter the consequences. A yawn, the sagging of the eyelids… Should not trigger fear. But they do. © 2009 JolyroseReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 29, 2009 AuthorJolyroseKalamazoo, MIAboutI write and write and write and.... Mostly sci-fi, romance, thriller, whatever strikes my fancy. more..Writing
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