{"sf1_id":1222707,"sf2_id":"r17v2gRn","title":"Night-mirrors...","author":"Jiblits","words":512,"posted_at":"2017-08-05T01:28:00.000Z","tags":["Dream","Nihtmare","Poem","Short Story","slice of life","thought"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1222707-night-mirrors","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r17v2gRn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d8/7b/d87b46be-f7e9-464b-a107-b24af75a073b","description":"","content":"Night-mirrors...\n\nMany a day I stay away, into the depths of my imagination, but never seem to play\n\nShadows dance around me as I struggle to see, it seems even in my dreams I fall asleep \u0026 wake somewhere I'd rather not be\n\nOften times, I awake mid-through actions in a time, \u0026 place I apparently know\n\nI either have a change of heart for the stranger I am, or, after a glimpse, add to the ongoing show\n\nI've woken two shots taken in an old car, speeding away with sirens close behind\n\nOften times waking from the pain, left wondering why I had such visions in my mind\n\nOther times, I'm racing through a forest, hearing voices shouting in a language I can't say I'm familiar with at the time\n\nWearing army clothes, running as if I've done the worst of any crime\n\nBullets passing by, hitting the trees among the fading mists of night\n\nAs soon as I stop running \u0026 hide, I fearfully wait for a possible fight\n\nEchoes pass by as I turn slowly after a click is made\n\nI see but a soldier next to me, his face hidden among the nights shade...\n\nHitting me in my shoulder with a round from his rifle, I buckle \u0026 fall squirming in pain\n\nHe slowly walks up to me, saying something quietly, before aiming at my face again\n\nDown the barrel I stare as I see his finger click further back\n\nI awake in trembling pain, a mild mark still visible as I struggle to breath in bed, my mind not yet giving any slack\n\nOther times, I'm in a glass ball on the bottom of a plane, aiming down at ants as I hear ricochets near me\n\nThinking again, for a moment, how could this be...\n\nThe air howling around my gun, I continue my battle, unaware of the end of my run\n\nTill I'm hit hard, \u0026 I buckle into a ball as everything begins to fade\n\nI awake once more, heart racing, my apparent visions revisited, \"their\" fates were made\n\nI continue to have these dreams, in which I never seem to make it\n\nI gain a bit of rest, but at times, it truly is a test, one of which I'm not sure I can take it\n\nEach one so real to the point I shiver, buckle, \u0026 feel I've seen the other side\n\nOnly when I'm awake, do I seem to hide...\n\nI hope soon to rid myself of such visions, faces in mirrors, \u0026 voices so real\n\nI wish only to make, with my own person, some kind of deal\n\nOne to close my eyes, \u0026 only see what I want to remember\n\nDreams always present as I'm awake, I wish to settle each restless ember\n\nIf you have this, \u0026 found relief from any or all, let me know how\n\nI await peace at my imaginations gate, if not later...now...\n\n---Thanks for reading---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; ---Always---\n\n  \n\n  \n  \n\n"}