The Nightmare

 As I made my way through the darkness
 I knew that this was not a foreign place
 I have been here so many times before
 The feeling of sadness had reached me once more
 The smell so damp and humid
 Like walking in the sewers of hell
 I recognized the classical music ringing
 Through the hollow corridors
 As if bringing me to a lost memory, an unfocused photo
 Blurred by the years wasted, so familiar before
 I stood there alone, speechless in this place once more
 Have I died? I asked
 But I’m not in heaven or hell
 This was interrupted by a ringing bell
 Opened my eyes to find myself in my room
 It was just a dream 

Published by Beipher

I have been writing poetry since a teenager but did not have the courage to really show it off. It wasn't until I had some tools as I battled depression and mental illness. They are still a part of me, which you will see for yourself. My writing is dark and raw.

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