Have you ever laid in bed,
And just stared up at the ceiling,
Digging holes deep down inside your head,
To try and find out what this feeling is?
But your shovel’s wearing down,
And the whole thing seems quite perilous,
Yearning to see the world above the ground,
Yet still too scared to resurface.
You stare up at the sky,
As the clouds gather in the iris of this trench,
Heavy rain falls; A heavy sigh,
And then you feel your mind fall quiet.
And you fall asleep,
I fall asleep,
But I’ve always been quite the avid dreamer.
I wake up,
In another dream,
Only this time I’m inside a pharmacy.
And across from me,
Working the counter
Is the prettiest girl that I’ve ever seen,
With her purple hair; her hazel eyes
And a melodious voice that makes me feel I had died.
And then,
She tells me that she loves me.
…what?
Me?
I don’t even love me,
But she does,
And I her.
And rather than medicine,
Or a sedative,
She hands me a kiss on the cheek,
And a caring smile that I shall cherish forever.
It’s nice, I feel warm and-
I wake up.
Frozen in bed.
In the doorway looms a silhouette,
Of thoughts that I just fail to get,
They’re haunting me
They’re taunting me
It’s terrifyingly horrifying,
I feel my mind fill up with dread
I feel as I-
I wake up.
I’m hunched over at a desk,
Keys under my fingertips,
Yet none of them open the door to my home.
Only marked with letters.
I click and clack the days away-
Did I leave the stove on…?
I wake up.
I’m with that girl again.
Held tight in her arms;
Her forehead to mine,
But it’s time to-
I wake up.
My room is bathed in flames.
Bright oranges and red
Crawls closer to my bed.
It’s hot.
It burns.
I definitely left the stove on so-
I wake up.
And I can’t breathe,
An oceans come crashing down on me.
A crushing weight; a twisted fate,
Oh what did I do to deserve this?
I wake up
In a dune of sand.
I wake up.
Without my hands.
I wake up
As the rug is pulled
My mind is full
I wake up at the desk again
To drag this noise to the recycle bin.
I wake up.
I’ve dug so much farther down.
I wake up.
The pharmacy’s closed now.
I can’t wake up
As the silhouette looms closer
Reaches out
And grabs my head.
But they don’t believe you.
So you scream,
You cry,
You beg with bated breath,
And for what?
I wake up.
For real this time.
To the sound of an alarm.
My phone it chimess,
With high pitched rings to wake me from my slumber.
I pick it up.
I sit up.
I turn on the screen.
To be met with a message,
From that girl who worked the pharmacy
From that purple haired girl who loves me
Reading, “hon, you need more sleep.”
…yea.