Waking Nightmares

Light and Dark

I sleep

I dream


Or somewhere in between


For within waking nightmares

Nothing's ever as it seems



I wake

I stare


Or am I truly there?


Reality's an illusion

And it never will play fair



Am I sleeping

Do I wake


In which world is which?


Should I end my life in one

I cannot choose to switch



So do I sleep?

Do I dream?

And visit somewhere in between

But within my waking nightmares

True reality unseen

truthintragedies's picture

The moments we see ourselves

The moments we see ourselves clearly is liberating. We must break through the abstract to realize what lay under our nose's all the while. Good write, your confusion and pain is all too familiar.

**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**

Seraphim's picture

I imagine, therefore I

I imagine, therefore I inhabit multiple realities. We may see ourselves truly for brief moments, but I believe that we cannot truly know anyone, for when we think we know them, they can still surprise us; ourselves included. I'm glad that you like it.

Post Tenebras Spero Lucem