Un Mauvais RĂªve

I woke from a horrible dream.
It has me frayed at the seams.
I’m unstable,
unsure,
and unclear.

A pair of hands kept choking me,
People were dying,
No one could hear me crying.
I think that’s what scared me the most.

Not the fact that I couldn’t breathe;
Not the fact that I could see the devil himself seethe;
It was the the simple realization that no one could hear me.

Isn’t that what we fear the most?
No one to hear us in times of trouble,
and be able to come close?

I look for peace in a song,
But even Haim can’t help me in this circumstance.

It seems I am helpless,
sleepless,
restless.

So I keep running.
I keep running.

-N