#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...

Before you fall asleep, thoughts come inside your head.
Problems, conflicts come upon you, you wish these thoughts are dead.
Yet no matter what you do, you cannot escape from what you had done.
From the past mistakes you did, there is nowhere to hide nor run.

You close your eyes, darkness consumes you.
Yet screams of anger and sounds of your cries fill you.
What will be worse than a nightmare, if reality is worse
If your own reality is your enemy and your own life is your curse.

Like roses that are once lovely red, rots until it breaks.
Like crystal blue waters, suddenly turn...