Personal Hell

Confined to the four walls of my room

I am left without a safe haven

Once I safe place

My room has now become

A personal hell

Even sleep won’t release me

My dreams become nightmares

Perhaps I have cursed myself

By keeping a razor blade

Under my pillow in a little box

Just in case my demons come back

Bearing an omen black as space

Periodically waking

I look at my arms

Just to make sure that dream didn’t

Come true

As sunlight peers through my window

I’m reminded of my haven that once was

Quickly those memories scatter

Since I now live in a personal hell