Last night

Last night, I dreamed a dream that scared me,
I woke up to a tear stained pillow,
At an unknown hour, my mind blown to pieces,
A mirage of confusion, shattered by the arrival of reality,
I awake in the darkness, where did that idea come from?
Something I’d watched on telly maybe.

It felt so horribly raw,
Scared by the inner workings of my mind,
and the ghosts that haunt my past,
regrets, mistakes, or those man made fears,
that reveal, in that no man’s land that exists inside my mind,
where they have just enough hold, to scare me to the core.

And I think to myself, I don’t want to dream anymore,
Dreading the coming of darkness, like some fatal plague,
But my eye lids betray me, softly falling,
to the oncoming seduction of sleep,
and my mind cruelly informs me that I have no control here,
not in this world, a prison of self-made terror.