I was having
a Nevermare
as I wrote
this.
A Nevermare
is like a
nightmare
but far emptier and awake.
It’s a fear
of the nothingness
that might
be.
The fear of
never being more
than.
Nevermares
creep in during
those quiet
hours.
The empty
hours when the
the self-doubt
machine ramps up.
Its pistons
firing thoughts of
long, lonely
hours of nothingness.
A Nevermare,
scratching at the
remnants of
your passions, love and joy.
Nevermares
happen every so often,
mostly in
the face of something unrequited.
A Nevermare
is cruel, heartless and
hopeless.
But it isn’t
real, like the Nightmares
as you
sleep.
There’s no
Nevermare boogeyman,
no slasher
hiding in the shadows.
The
Nevermare is all your doubts,
fears and
insecurities, kicking you in the ribs.
As you roll
on the sidewalk, tears in your eyes
and begging
for it to stop pummeling you.
It’s harder
to wake from a Nevermare,
but with a
little compassion, it goes away for a while.
Fading like
a nightmare, the Nevermare,
drifts into
the mists of memory.
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