my mom left me last night
by choice
same for my father
by choice
bright flames lit them up
as they had time
to save themselves
but they did not wish to
it was as if
they were okay with dying
i was not okay with staying
i had to leave them
by choice
i performed my solo sadly
as life danced on
without my parents
it was a nightmare
of personal choices
made by those i love
giving me horrors
i woke up at the stroke
of three in the morning
sweat dances on my back
heat rising like the flames
that took my parents away
it was the worst of them all
for i meant nothing to them
but it was only just a dream
i have been experiencing nightmares for the past three months every time my eyes decide to close themseleves. alarmed i am not. for i have turned the horrors into beauty, through my poetry.