Dreams
The Succubus Dream
She lies still as if asleep.
Lying there unmoving,
as if not here, not now, not in this time.
The tug of the heartstrings.
The pull of the other.
Unmovable, unknowing,
in black and white scenes.
A different time, a different place, a different universe.
Blackness is here, surrounding her.
Parallel is the feeling, memories of the past.
Seemingly feeling of the before, the current, and the other.
Down, falling down, encumbered by all.
Pulling, pulling, pulling.
Should she wake, can she move?
Sucked away is all feeling, all knowing, all gone.
About the poem.
This poem is how it feels to be lost inside your own head. As a bipolar, we sometimes forget who we are. Our memories are all mixed up. Our thoughts all run together. Sometimes we are just a black hole of nothing. We can't remember our past, we forget our present. It really does feel, sometimes, like we are living someone else's life.
