Nightmares

by Gerri (BlkISuzi)

All that haunts me while I sleep is almost always dreadfully unbearable.

Causing unrest, tossing, flailing.

Rapidly increasing fear of the unconscious.

I cannot release myself by open eyes.

I must remain in this prison.

Only until jarred into a more dreadful reality.

To wrestle in daylight with demons of darkness.

Matters not of these dreams, for they are not controllable nor desirable.

They take from me all that I adore.

The closest to my heart are the ones that are hurt.

Understanding does not occur.

Reading them for what they are...impossible.

So, I will constantly dwell on these things.

Until fresh thoughts intrude to replace them.

Gerri (BlkISuzi) is a member of our Bipolar Disorder community, and originally posted this poem on our Forum.