I wrote a free-verse poem! Not exactly sure what inspired it, but here you go. Enjoy!
they leave their dreams half-finished.
abandoned on the edge of reality,
fantastical creatures reduced to line and shadow and
wonderful, splendid dreams
always trying to please, to astound, but
and always alone.
in silent corners of the mind
twisted into something dark and broken and
and they run from it–
they call it a nightmare and they run from it–
abandoning it once more.
waking frightened, alone
as shadows and creeping things
stain the flesh beneath their eyes
with an inability to sleep.
because the monsters they created are now coming back to haunt them.