The Abyss of oneself.

Every night, as the birds take flight,

I give into the fright,

The fear of losing my dreams,

My thoughts are bursting at the seams;

Every morning is a new dawn,

A new day for new dreams....or nightmares?

Will they come true?

Or will they whither and rue?

These memories and these thoughts,

Are on a constant on-slaught,

My mind is my prison,

I just need to clear my vision;

The thoughts are infinite,

The dreams are eternal,

Memories heavy on the soul,

Will i ever be whole?