I feel used
like a broken car, refused to move
overheated and over smoked
hit the deer and now waiting
in a ditch
where no one can reach me
I called for assistance
but everyone forgot about me
I’m trying to stay awake
but my eyes are shut
like those in the graves
I can’t find the right words to describe it all
from the start
all proper descriptions dare to drown
in this sea swirl
submerging me, not letting me breathe
I’ve become
an inverted version of myself here
where I lie at the bottom of the ocean
no, wait, it’s just a dream
it crashes like a boomerang into my head every night
as I left them all there, without help
and now I will cry for help myself
in this monstrous, multifarious mosaic
it’ll be better when I finally wake up
and I will start to live
before death decides to claim what’s hers
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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A recurring nightmare? Or a dreamlike waking state of whelming despair? The nightmare is easier to handle. You can wake up from it. You can also use it for your own entertainment. Once I persuaded myself that nightmares were nothing more than scary movies I got to sleep through without missing anything, they lost their power over me for any other purpose than entertaining my own fascination. When I'd wake up, all I wanted to do was go back to sleep to find out what happened next. I once managed to continue the same nightmare through five separate installments. It was fantastic! That dreamlike waking state of whelming despair I wouldn't wish on anyone. After our son died, that's where we were for months & months. It felt as though there was no way we could survive it. A huge chunk of each of us didn't want to.