I am not sure if I have already completed this thought, but I would rather publish it here today than forgetting it forever.


Again a bad dream,
I came out of my bed & looked around,
Shaking, fearful of darkness,
Surrounded by my fears,
This insecurity that I can't fight.

Bogged down with responsibilities,
I am held back,
Like a river by a dam,
I am dying to break free;
Run wild again,
Just as it used to be,
Once upon a time.

But I can't even pity me,
Let me be corrupted by a handful of bugs,
It all looks so remotely controlled,
That I can't even imagine;
What lies ahead.

Again I feel depressed,
Suppressed by demons in my head,
And I let go,
Silent watch my darkest thoughts come true,
Do I not want to live,
Nah, that isn't half the truth,

So here I go again,
Gutting my dream house to a handful of ashes,
& mourn a few more days,
To resurrect myself some other day.