The nightmares
Should Stay
And the chaos will never end
The good dreams
Are all a blur
But then you wake up
In sweat and frustration
The nightmares you are used to
They are a part of nature now
They are a part of you now
They are the essence of life now
Good dreams are abstract
They never mean well
A good dream Is almost the worst
Than a nightmare
The suffering caused by a nightmare
Is better than the analytical confusion of the good dream
The wars in the nightmare
Are better than the altercations in the good dream
The essence of the nightmare
Has a higher normality
Than the good dream
The nightmares can stay
Let the good dreams go
Waking up in a frustratging angst
Is worse
Than waking up to what you know
You should’ve dreamt about
In the first place
This beautifully illustrates how some can get so used to their own darkness that the light becomes foreign and even unsettling. Very lovely poem