Poem #13
#12 of My Poems
not sure what to say on this one, hope you enjoy.
:The whispers of the past creep along my skin,
Bringing frost and sadness the makes me shudder,
As i heart the voices on the guides in my ears,
The Sun light hits me, warmth and joy flow in the air.
As i rise from the depths of my dream world,
The nightmares trying their best to cling to me,
Trying to drag me back down into the cold of hell.
Where hope doesn't exist, and reality is nothing but a twist.
Once more the smell of blood and sulfur touch my nose,
Waking me to the true reality, as the pain tries to swallow me,
I feel the chains of the weights i place on everyone around me.
Even as i try to break them, more are added onto them