Incubus

I've been searching for hours,

to find a reason why.

It's 2 A.M.

and I'm running circles in my mind.

I whisper prayers

that go unheard.

I wonder when

my thoughts will turn.

To happy days

and beautiful dreams.

Will I be rid of these nightmares

and drawn out screams?

I wish I could escape myself,

If only for a day.

But that's not how life works out.

That's not the game it plays.

So I'll lie here tonight

and I'll wait to die.

Trapped in this incubus,

eyes open wide.

     t.m. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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