Whose Am I
When The Dreams Are Real

my demons lie with me, restless on my bed
the fan moves the air cross' my legs
his voice - like a vice, strapped round' my head
for my sanity he makes me beg
he holds the keys to the thoughts I might say
grooming and creating their meanings
he never lets my opinions get in the way
he wanders around, while I am dreaming
he keeps track of the moments that I've gone a stray
making sure that I never stray long
redemption awaits, just a whisper away
punishment comes calling - for the headstrong
as I open my eyes he is gone again
all alone I am left in the dark
was it real or a dream, I say to myself
then, find his numbers carved into my arm
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Comments (4)
Wonderfully sculpted. Here we are, all ready to accept it as a simple nightmare, & suddenly you pull a Freddy Krueger on us! Delightfully ominous!
nightmare stuff. Very well done. and that last line, creepy
Incredibly expressed, as always, Kelli!
You need a special light to illuminate that dark - wow that was good, really good!