When I hear voices in the Darkness
My sleep disturbed by vivid dreams
Nightmares of panic
Where danger appears for actions
That never happened
Awaking in a cold sweat
Realizing it was not real

In my mind it seemed opaque
Like there was no clear view
Of resolution to a scenario
My troubled mind created
While I wonder what state
Caused such a negative crescendo

I never dreamed memories
That I could remember
Blissfully sleeping my life away
Never once imagining
Horror stories my mind created
That now seem ever prevalent

I wonder if I will ever see the sky again
And if my mind will ever let me
Sleep in peace amid this satire
Of life that surrounds me
Where this surreal blasphemy
Of what once made me proud

Has been violently turned into
Ugliness and disgust for
A caricature of life I see before me
Where values of those
I thought believed in truth and decency
Were nothing more than superficial lies

I have no answers for what is next
I only know, I want to see the sky again

11/09/2025

Posted on 11/09/2025
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