ECHOES OF PAST NIGHTMARES

These days my nights have been messy. Nowadays my eyes have been spotting things damn dirty. Echoes of past nightmares, Upsetting my peace day in and out, I need prayers. I do not need to keep recapitulating myself that I'm a loner. Not again, by simply beholding me you will tell. My soul have endured distinct insurmountable nightmares, Horrors such as repeated dating declines, toxic relationship heartbreaks. Nightmares of false allegations, overturned business proposals. Agonies of failed expectations, wasted labour, unfaithfulness of pals, And many more of which if I was not resilient to bear, Men I would have died. And yet, though I survived all these, The scars have been echoing lately, chasing me crazily, While I'm alone in the dark nights. My mind racing, making me lazy. The echoes of those past nightmares are so loud, They make me envisage so loud, How frustrating those showdowns were, This have been causing those recovering wounds to spread back like crowd. Echoes of my past nightmares, when I reminiscence them, They play threat at my neck, this encounters, When romancing me, makes me feel I need more than a prayer.