I stand before the same two doors again

This time instead of a comfortable dream

They frighten me

Bulging out of their door frames

The walls are c r a c k i n g

The sky the darkest shade of gray

I begin to hear voices

I throw my hands over my ears

Refusing to listen to them

Over painfully cold tiles

Avoiding the │c │r │a │c │k │s│

I run toward ‘reality’

Before it can block the way

This is what I get

For jumping to avoid it’s nightmare

This place was angry

For being forced to alter it’s course

But if I could only make it to the door in time

Past the black tendrils & vines

Ignore the voices

The pain in my feet

The razor sharp wind

See through the b•l•a•c•k spots & fºlºaºsºhºeºs in my eyes

Then I could get there

I could escape one more time

And then everything would be ok again

I crash into the door

And it splinters into my arm

It’s sign c l a t t e r s broken to the ground

Next to me, the door to ‘dreams’

Or nightmares

Bursts open

And is trying to suck me in

I have no choice but to take my hands off my ears

To grasp the handle of ‘reality’

The voices’ whispers

Sound like screams

Banging around the inside of my skull

Seeping into my unconscious body

And it hurts

I cry . . .

Right before I lose my footing

I turn the handle to ‘reality’

Cutting my hand

And f a l l t h r o u g h