By Saleen Marandi
I woke up, with no tears staining my face
No nightmares, no eerie trace
Was it calm and peaceful, end of the cycle
end of the nightmare snare
or was it all in my head?
I was at home, everything seemed conventional
My room, desk, even the lamp at the corner of my bed
But the unconvincing feeling stayed.
The silence whispered—something is strange
My eyes wandered searching for a clue,
Landed over the clock, has it forgotten to move?
Its hands were frozen like they were glued,
Forming a trap—an endless loop.
The horror shivered my bones deep
The silence began feeding on my fear
And I realized
There’s no waking—only sinking further,
into the depths of an endless
SLEEP
By Saleen Marandi
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