Irrevocable | A Poem

A short poem that came to me in a odd kind of rush. Based off my real life. I don’t know why I do this.


Sometimes I wake to find I have been crying in my sleep.

I never remember why.

But there are stains on my cheeks,

And a salty crust stuck to my eyelashes.

It is unmistakable,

Yet I have no explanation.

I rack my brain for dreams that have slipped my memory.

However nothing is revealed.

Why do I cry,

And then forget?

I frantically search for answers,

But come up empty handed,

Time and time again.

I wake up crying,

Time and time again.

My torment escapes me,

Time and time again.

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