A Conversation

Written on 3/1/2017 1:18AM

I think my mind is playing tricks,--

It's becoming very disturbed,

Lost in its' own trans,--

While I am lost,

Visualizing dark plantations, 

Lonely times,

Haunting thoughts,

Vivid dreams,

Yelling out my pours,--

Dreams turned reality,

Manifested through my thoughts,--

I cannot stand myself, nor the person standing next to me.

The voices are relentless,--

SHUT UP!!

It's time,--

Time for what?--

I'm still figuring it out.--

Until then, I must take this nap,

And dream.--

Dream?--

Dreaming things will change,

Or forever rest in my own demise.

Sincerely,

@delasoulchild