Sleep Walker

Posted: February 21, 2011 in New Poetry, Poetry
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I used to think all the monsters lived under my bed
Then one day i realized
Some of them moved to my head
Close my eyes and through my thoughts they start to creep
As i lay me down they haunt me in my sleep
Distant memories
Starting to become real to me
Walking and talking
Theyre starting to appeal to me
Luring me deeper and darker
My sanity creeping farther and farther
Lucid thoughts becoming a thing of the past
The bindings of my brain becoming fluid as they slip past
Wondering how long my strength will last
As i silently battle these demons of my past…

  1. jen says:

    wow. so good. pulled me in in an instant and kept me entranced.

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