#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.

Daring to turn away all feelings,
And within starts all the schemings,
Subtle noises of a whimpering soul,
Wounded mind and heart are in control.

Seeking the only thing the world can offer,
You began to run until it is over,
Chastising yourself while chasing breath,
Beating hearts so afraid of death.


© rrevi