The Night’s Torment

In this recurring dream, every antagonist from my life visits me, leaving me restless, tossing and turning throughout the entire night with relentless persistence. I feel ready to fight, yet my punches lack force, and my movements feel restricted, as if weighed down by the current of a stream. There's no release, only torture, torment, and punishment. These faces from days long past confront me without mercy, pulling forward distant memories I barely recognize.

Rage swells within me, rising from deep within as unresolved issues momentarily break free from their bounds. I must steel myself against this malevolent punishment. Why do these layers of torment persist, unlocking only the next level of anguish? How deep must I go, or perhaps, how deep have I already fallen into this trap? With each passing moment, my eyes are open. I am awake.