Confound Mind

I no longer dream, which I suppose would mean I've been freed from nightmares.

Though images no longer surface, the darkness remains.

My nightmares no longer consist of monsters and ghouls hiding under my bed, waiting to drag me away into an unknown darkness.

No, my monsters fill me from the inside. I welcome them now.

My monsters are not afraid of the light. They allow me safe passage once I enter the realm of sleep.

My nightmares can no longer be restricted to closed eyes and a warm bed.

No, my nightmares are now as real as the way you draw breath after a passionate kiss.

My monsters are as real as the sensation of love brought upon someone wrecked in loneliness. 

My nightmares? You find yourself asking, are not of a natural state of mind.

They exist in the corners of my fragile cracked hands and my unstable heart.

They exist, in the fear of a confound mind reaching for love I feel I no longer deserve.