I wait each and every night for the demons to come
Keeping eyes open as long as I can
Not knowing what sinister images will pop in my head
Finally, fall asleep only to be awakened by sounds of screaming that echo between time and reality
Not moving, not speaking, barely breathing
Trying to comprehend the constant reminder of memories yearning to forget
Night is not peaceful for me
It awakens thoughts buried deep
Only to come when most vulnerable
I hear people talk about "good nights" where no nightmares dare to tread
And I ponder what that peace must be like?
Even in the day, sometimes horrible images that make me sad
Monster travel excitedly when you're asleep
Taking advantage of subconscious freedoms
Lurching out in ways to graphic for written words to utter
When will I stop?
When will it end?
So I too can look to resting my thoughts and being vulnerable again.
