I see him stir
And I wonder what he sees
Behind closed lids
Suddenly, I'm taken in
I am no longer myself
No longer in reality
Instead I see his past
I see his demons
I breathe in the stench
Of his dreams
There's so many thoughts
So many collages of thoughts colliding together
And I'm taking it all in
Suffocating
Breathing in his nightmares...
Author notes
15: breathing in his nightmare
I love my boyfriend very much, but sometimes he has nightmares, and I often wonder about them.
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This is great
"I breathe in the stench
Of his dreams"
That line really won me over to this poem, good luck in the contest
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I have nightmares on a daily basis. And they are hell. People often under estimate the pain of having a nightmare, but it can seriously be hell. And it is. That's the only word to accurately describe it. Really REALLY great job bring out that kind of pain in this.
"I breathe in the stench
of his dreams"
what a powerful write. Thanks for entering!
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Thanks for entering!
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"Breathing In His Nightmare" enjoy!
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