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Nightmare

Regarding a recurring theme that has, unfortunately, made it's way into my dreams. I write in hopes of finding freedom from sadness, due to toxic people, thoughts, and energy.

By Natalie YaruPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
Nightmare
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

My family terrifies me

All alone I stay for safety.

In a bed we laid,

He kissed me,

Then my dad said, “Lucky guy.”

Giant roaches crawled out hissing,

We had already quit kissing.

She bit me,

Without missing,

Didn’t have to wonder why.

I attempt to keep on earning,

As my fear continues burning.

And for safety,

I’m still yearning,

As I’m trying not to cry.

The job I had was ending,

I had tried my best defending.

My integrity,

Is bending,

While they bury me in lies.

I asked mom about the blood,

And in front of me she stood.

I wondered,

If she would,

Act on the fire in her eyes.

I tried to run away,

Naked, much to my dismay.

In the dark,

I couldn’t stay,

So I ran back to the light.

Facing such humiliation,

At my ugly situation.

Mom stood over me,

With hatred,

Am I just about to die?

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Natalie Yaru

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