Dream of a Nightmare

Words don't come as easy

As they used to, you know.

Pained and struggled, staring

At the computer screen, wondering

Wondering why the words are

So hard to form, why the

Page is full, and blank.

The words aren't as

Inspired as they once

Were. Leaving me, alone

In the dark, wanting to do some

Thing creative with my

Words. Only to be

Shot down by

My own

Mind.

Adderall dreams

Fill my head with sorrow,

Guilt and euphoria like never

Before, and yet I've been here all

Too many times. Wondering

Down the dark, bleak

Streets of Venice.

Contemplating

Life.

Coffee stains on

The rug, water pouring

From my pours, escaping

The poisoned body they once

Inhabited, they once called

Home. Littered across

My room are the

Dreams of my

Nightmares.

A life I once

Could only dream

Of, a life filled with

Love, ambition, and, of

Course belonging are only

The dream of a night-

Mare long past.

The words

Come

Slowly now.