Akumu
A nightmare of screaming voices.
"Demon!"
"Bitch!"
Slamming door.
"Sit with me, I'm feeling suicidal."
Overturned tables, broken chair, shattered glass.
"Go back to bed, I don't want you around."
"I blame you."
Slamming door.
"He has to get out."
"I think he's mentally ill."
"If he's mentally ill he should be institutionalized."
A nightmare that never ends.
"Demon!"
"Bitch!"
Slamming door.
"Sit with me, I'm feeling suicidal."
Overturned tables, broken chair, shattered glass.
"Go back to bed, I don't want you around."
"I blame you."
Slamming door.
"He has to get out."
"I think he's mentally ill."
"If he's mentally ill he should be institutionalized."
A nightmare that never ends.
2 Comments:
This really spoke to me because I have frequent nightmares--is it the meds?--in which I feel I am sinking back into deep depression and an inability to function. I get lost; I have to redo things I did long ago but now can't do; I am caught in humiliating and horrific circumstances. The one I had last night lingered on and it took me awhle to get the cloud of dream-depression out of my mind. It is an awful reminder that even when I feel "ok," the depression may still be crouching there underneath the surface, ready to pounce.
Anyway, hope this didn't depress you--lol--just had to tell you that that's the way it affected me.
I like the image of the waiting beast ready to pounce, it certainly feels that way.
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