Lying in the Dark

At the latest hour, in the darkest night is where my thoughts wander each night.

Sleep has not yet come, the nightmares have not yet begun but I cannot wake from a nightmare when I am living in one.

Sleep comes at last but it is no relief from the living hell I’m in.

The nightmares torture me throughout the night as I toss in my bed.

Nightmares running round my mind each night and slowly drive me mad.

Endless deaths I die each night watching my life pass before me in the still silence of sleep.

And when I wake the thoughts don’t leave but remain in silence still.

Waiting for a moment in which to climb their way up out of the deep dark hole I locked them in.

The night is meant for shadows, for the shadows to creep amongst the darkness.

Until the darkness and my thoughts become one. And every night I lie awake and hope for better dark to come.