“Nightmare” Poem of the Day (2022)


By Ashley O’Hare

Time loses its importance

when you spend weeks and weeks

trapped in solitary confinement,

caged in your own mind.

When your imagination

teams up with your fears,

the world twists and appears

to be a land of walking nightmares.

When your cheeks

become accustomed

to the steady stream of salty tears,

it hurts to make them rise

and smile.

So you grow fond

of feeling nothing;

of being numb.

You let your heart crack

from the healing you lack

and watch paint dry on the wall

while your tears slowly fall

onto the floor tiles.

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