night terrors

10052 nights you’ve slept through

They were much younger

When you were younger

Filled with exhilaration

Of anticipation

Of rejuvenation

Of salvation

No stars are shining in the sky now

You no longer howl at the moon

You’re alone, packless, restless

The reprieve you sought so keenly

Never was present in your dreams

Unawokenland is nothing

But a cemetery

Of sorrowful joys

Of desparate hopes

Of impossible possibilities

And dreams are just

Prospective funerals you attend to

Live in, believe in these mares too long

They’ll consume your reality,

As your consciousness unravels

It reveals the tattered, threadbare world