Cristone Benavente - Wide Awake

these nights have been so selfish to me, so cruel
sleepless eyes, dreams deprived
mind awake of thoughts swirling in a downward spiral
a maelstrom storming round and round
there's anger and sadness battling
there's desperation and remorse sinking slowly
to the depths of the void
ephemeral chunks of hope and elation floating
yet soon be swallowed fast
like a shark on its prey
turmoil on every peace there is
screams on silent prayers
the vicious dark space on my existence
am afraid and half surrendered
to the terrors of what seems to be there
when eyes are open not when closed
these things i think, feel and see
these living phantasms
these which they called to be the darkness of reality.

Cristone Benavente

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