brain reverts to 6th grade poetry, i still like it.

Have you had this nightmare? It freakin' BLOWS

I’ve got to get out of here

I yell and screech and scream

But I can’t really hear myself

I’m a walking breathing dream

I try to pinch arm for safety

I bang on locked and bolted doors

But I’m irrationally stuck

My feet can’t leave the floors

My body separates

into shattered broken glass

The pieces look like jewelry

but the gold has turned to brass

My heart aches from the inside out

It’s a sore and battered bruise

there’s a sharp and keen awareness

An encroaching finish line with a sign that says, “you lose”

I’m desparate now for my alarm

This can’t be real, I sense it

But the way out is eclipsed to me

It’s a middle of the night suspense hit

I pray for my positive living nature

to sway this nasty part of my head

that finally something auspicious

Will help me feel safe again in bed.

Though possibly this is where

The violence in me lurks

It’s only in my REM

Does the devil get her perks.

And thus in this restless sleeping state

I’m reminded that waking life, in fact, is heaven

That this horrible reality will at long last end

when my alarm admits it’s seven.

I’ll be grateful for my yoga class

I’ll be grateful for my sassy awesome gig

I’ll feel inspired by the sunlight

I’ll dance a stupid god bless coffee jig

My costumes will be awesome

My lines will all be learned

And I will be loved and everyloving

This dream forever will be burned.

Addendum:

So since the night will come again

And so it doesn’t haunt me

I wrote it down so it’s in the past

my subconscious can't continue to taunt me.

I feel like I’ve won this battle

With my hellish inner brain

But now all I want to do is sleep all day

Bad dreams traded for amazing dream cocaine.