by Iggy Benavente
I am shackled to the darkness,
Forced to feel the rough caress of cold stone.
My lips stitched shut and my eye veiled.
All that could be seen is a desolate room,
One ray of light from a boarded window.
There is only torturing silence,
Its screams ringing in my ear and deafening me.
I force my way out of of my bonds,
Only the sharp comfort of pain to soothe me.
With blood drawn, I am now free.
My veil removed my eyes begin to adjust,
The thread that held my lips, ripped.
The fresh wounds seeping a cry to be healed.
A searing pain of relief after all this effort,
And no one there to guide me through the darkness.
I claw at the boards, splinters piercing my skin,
My eyes burn from the new light.
But now the room is flooded with light.
At the end of the darkness lingers a single door.
I run to it only to trip and fall,
My eyes open and I am no longer free,
My bonds were still on me, and the side effects of a Dream dawns over my weary head, tears streaming down My face. Until the day that I come to light, I will always And forever be, awake and dreaming.
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