The Sins of my Past Conceived and Made Flesh
I wince reliving the same nightmare dreamscape,
Night sweats, daydreaming, wake up – I cry panting for breath,
My jaws are locked open in a silent scream,
A call for help which is destined never to be answered,
Tears of consciousness cascade down my face,
A procession of nightmares flood my tightly clenched eyes,
Haunts me – over and over, I relive the visions,
They are who I was, who I am, who I will become.
2 thoughts on “The Sins of my Past Conceived and Made Flesh”
I like your poetry. Honest, hard and real words. Keep writing. You are amazing.
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Thank you very much. I’ll definitely keep writing.