At the End of the Day- a Poem
At the end of the day
It isn’t about this monster inside me
At the end of the day
It isn’t about the voices in my head
At the end of the day
It isn’t about the crippling pain I suffer
At the end of the day
It isn’t about the loneliness I feel
No
At the end of the day there is one thing that keeps me up
That makes me afraid to fall asleep
I used to have dreams
Good ones
About happiness and adventure
About being a hero
About being more than nothing
Now
Now when I sleep it is either
Horrific nightmares of things come to get me
Things come to tear me apart in the night
Things of shadow
Tall horrific things
With cold dead eyes
Eyes of the deepest crimson fury
Eyes that hold little more than my guilt
Over the littlest things
Over nothing at all
The nightmares they come
All to often
But something worse
Something far worse
When I sleep I am alone
Alone in the dark of my mind
And when I am not dreaming of the terrors come to tear at my very soul
I dream of a dark empty room
With only me at its center
Far to hurt to cry
But far to angry to fall into the blackness of sleep
© 2017 David