Creative | Posted by Elise F on 12/10/2010

Phantasm

what do i dream of, while i’m lying alone in my bed,
swallowed by the darkness,
comforted only by the branches whispering into my window

i can’t fall asleep.
i see the faces, of all the girls
who have slipped through the barrier of our planet

see them crying, see them screaming
see them gasping and thrashing
i see them so well,
it is almost as if the images are being projected onto the dark ceiling
and i can’t fall asleep.

the feeling suffocates me, grabs me
its strong fingers tearing at my skin,
letting the darkness get to me.

my ears buzz, my throat starts closing
and i squeeze my eyes as tight as i can
knowing if i let tears stream down my flushed face,
it’s a sign ive been defeated

and i can’t fall asleep.

just knowing, just letting my mind think, provokes emotions so strong,
it’s like i embodied another,
someone who went through everything i had only imagined,

and i can’t fall asleep
afraid the nightmares will be worse than the
thoughts i already cannot control.

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