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