Nightmare
The thoughts of the day turn into my dreams at night.
I feel like I am always walking that dark tunnel, like I will never reach the light.
Wandering through the dark, the dark of the night, unsafe, uncomfortable and it gives me the creeps. All of that while I am the one, the one that just sleeps.
At daytime my thoughts spook my brain.
At night time my dreams are the ones I have got to restrain.
Every worry while I am awake.
Those worries make my dreams so hard to take.
Every problem at day, feels like just another fight.
But all those problems turn into mountains at night.
A mountain I have to climb over and over again.
I have to reach the top and I have to believe that I can.
A cold shivering reached me at the top.
It made me realize, it made me stop.
I look in to the endless depths, I stand and I stare.
This is not a dream, this is one hell of a nightmare.
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