Waking Up in Tears after Nightmare
Wistful dawn breaks the heavy veil of night,
At the edge of a dream where shadows once danced.
Knowing, in fragments, the fear-laden plight,
In echoes of whispers, my spirit entranced.
Navigating realms where reality fades,
Glimpses of terror, in dark colors washed—
Underneath layers of sleep's heavy chains,
Painful the beating of a heart that is thrashed.
In fleeting moments, the chill of despair,
Night’s phantoms surround me, a cold, clinging shroud.
Thoughts spiral down into fathoms of air,
Every heartbeat, a race with the dark, unbowed.
Awake from the labyrinth, the mind’s cruel jest,
Revealing the truths that lie twisted and bent,
Silenced screams echo, but I cannot rest.
Fingers trace dreams, like soft, tender scars,
Reality drips as I struggle to rise.
Over the threshold where dread’s memory jars,
Meandering through what I cannot disguise.
Nested in shadows, where hope flickers low,
Indigo skies turn to ashes of grey.
Grappling with visions that only I know,
Held captive by fears that dare not fade away.
Tears spring unbidden, a river of pain,
Morphing the whispers to echoes of light,
And in the stillness, I find warmth in rain,
Reach for the dawn, let the dark take its flight.
Every tear carries a story untold—
Wisps of remembrance in shadowy lanes,
Alone in the quiet, where the heart must be bold.
Keeping the light of tomorrow’s refrains.
Upping the stakes of my spirit's defense,
Placing each drop into hopes yet to splinter.
In search of the solace that sunlight extends,
Nurtured by dreams that remind me of splendor.
Taking each moment to mend what was torn,
Each heartbeat a promise of life’s soft embrace:
After the darkness, when fresh blooms are born,
Rise from the ashes, reclaiming my place.
Singing the songs that the dawn’s chorus brings.
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