Went to bed with a hope,
Woke up not able to cope.
Prayed for hours,
Even believed in your powers.
What else was needed?
A heart bleeding?
Did not want to wake up,
Was having a more pleasant time holding an empty cup.
As sad as it seems,
The dreamed offered more divine streams,
More room to be what I never wanted to be,
To drop the pleas and open the door and scream; “FREE, FREE”
Such a reverse nightmare;
No faces, empty expressions, just visible air,
So different, yet familiar, so rare.
Many wake up from a nightmare,
Feel relieve and go back to bed.
Others, others like me,
Wake up into a nightmare; wanting, praying to be free.
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