She calls out, but her chords just fail her
She shouts, but her voice doesn’t quite reach him
She runs, but he vanishes into thin air
Her outstretched arms never quite touching him
She would hold him tight but he slips out like sand
He treads through her sleep all night and every night
She fills her days with “things” but nights are so damned harder
She wakes up every morning falling into an abyss
She hopes every morning that the next night his dreams would give her a miss
She wakes up every morning hoping the next would be better
She wakes up every morning fighting with the mist
She wakes up every morning fighting with herself
It takes all her will not to bawl and not to curl up into a ball
She knows who will be watching her mighty mighty fall
So she hopes she stays stronger than the dreams that gnaw on her
She hopes she stays stronger till she has an iron fist control
She hopes she stays stronger till she gets her dreams back and around
And he is settled in her heart like an old old scar and not some open raw wound
P.s. She still calls them dreams and not nightmares 🙂
October 14, 2018 at 4:28 pm
Beautiful poetry for unthinkable pain.
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