In the Darkest Depths

In the darkest depths of night,
Visited by painful dreams,
And their high pitched wailing screams
Of “Come. Come and play with me”,
In never-ending streams–
Or so it seems-
Try and find a shattered will to fight.

You try to wake
But the pinch won’t take,
And no one else is there,
No one else to care.
Run and run to try and reach
The silent, distant beach,
Where a bonfire’s raging,
Oblivious to your wretched begging.
Your mind clouded by words they traduce,
The voices constrict, tighter then any noose.

There’s a sound of an earthquake
And something else appears.
Instinctually you begin to fear
This specter standing far too near,
With an expression so severe.
It leans in closely to your ear,
Saying only for you to hear,
“This is no dream, you are awake”.