As we sleep.

As we sleep
all the feelings weep
as if the creatures know
the exact moments in which we grow
prying the good
the happiest of thoughts blurred
eating what makes us smile
stirring up our fears spitting them out in a pile
twisting them to the surface
our happiness served it’s purpose
satisfying the creatures quench
when we wake burdened by the stench
of our fears those monsters they leave us in the literal sense
only after they tainted our lightest of thoughts
and turned them into sorrow filled sprouts
that may never grow as pure as their counterparts.

Thanks for reading
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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