The aftermath of a bad dream
It seems every time i have a bad dream a little piece of me stays
behind with it....I do not return.
I feel it on me like a dark blanket enveloping me in darkness.
in a quiet solitude you can never reach.
I hear your words of comfort, and listen....for you.
But I felt nothing.
I am unable to be comforted.
I am too far in
too far gone
too far....from you
to even hear your words.
It makes me sadder when I talk to you.
My mouth suddenly full of rocks, unable to talk.
Unwilling.
My hands frozen on my chair, forgetting how to type.
Refusing.
My eyes on the wall watching a tiny dot, unable to focus.
Denying.
My body and my mind push you out, less you remind me that I feel.
Anything.
Because at times like this...I need to be dead a little longer.
