Wrecked Human

By Ishita Singhal

The nightmares are the worst and the best thing ever,

It makes you feel splendor through the ultimate direction,

It kills you at the peaking verge of a voyage,

It throws you into a pool of silver and foliage,

It brings back a dead from its end,

To make it into a Zombieland.

The huge mystery is its origin,

From where it occurs to what it fathoms.

I keep a coin underneath my pillowcase,

To hold my dreams at a right directional pace.

I surrender sometimes to get me out,

I plunge into darkness to bring the light out.

I am my own hero inside those fishy fetish dreams.

To make it remember I sleep again in speed.

But those nightmares are a cause to exit.

Only the reality is what makes me explain.

The dreams are the sweet candy packets,

But don’t destroy your reality with those addicting rackets.

Seems like a gap in the system of dreams.

The nightmare is the loophole, while holding the coin I scream.

By Ishita Singhal