“Nightmare”
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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