When the cruel grasp of reality buries its claws in your subconscious mind,
Igniting hallucinations that turn against you when you try to unbind.
Warped memories and illusions of incidents of fate,
Translate into a visual nightmare where there’s no escape.
You struggle to regain consciousness, anxiety like gravity pulling you further below,
Being chased by self-inflicted entities from trauma deeply sowed.
Desires evolving into disparities, interrupting your sedated slumber,
All a small part of the risk you take when you put yourself under.
Unmedicated insomnia jeopardising each small chance of reprieval,
With each fatigued opportunity follows an exposure to evil.
Stimulation and serotonin working well against your favour,
As you try to manipulate your destination through unlearned behaviours.
Paralysed occasionally from the journey back through the threshold,
Chained to your resting place by a force unseen and untold.
Breaking the spell that has you bound, afraid, crippled, and wheezy,
And surrendering to the unwelcome episodes of your brain, isn’t always so easy.
But within the peril comes a chance to escape to somewhere unique and reserved,
A reality completely uninterrupted and undisturbed.
Unlimited lucid landscapes and scenarios lacking consequence and sin,
Created entirely within your mind, to discover and pursue your desires within.

You should paint those last few lines. Even if you’re no artist, or if you are.
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Hopefully a week with me will convince you that your world is ok compared to my crazy. I love you Lilly xo
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Kaysha, this poem resonates deeply in me. Your words are so beautifully weaved and the emotion is powerful and real. Superb lines!
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Thanks Wendy ♡♡
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