Every time I close my eyes to sleep,
The monsters in my head begin to creep.
No longer do I have any pleasant dreams,
Only dying people and their ugly screams.
Sometimes I wake up crying,
Sometimes I see myself dying,
Sometimes I can’t sleep for nights,
Each night, itself, is trying.
Every thing is normal, now to me
The things unusual before.
Sometimes I wonder how to get
The peace I had before.
Everything comes in bits and pieces.
Sometimes my heart simply ceases,
When I put it all together,
And iron out its creases.
I get what people call ‘premonitions’
Guilty of seeing everything is my confession.
Weaker and powerless I feel, each time.
Everlasting torture is my condition.
I am on the verge of breaking down.
I need someone to help me out
Of the misery I am in, when I dream.
Lying still peacefully. In dreams I shout.