I wake with my fists clenched in fear.
The dreams I had that night quickly disappear.
My mind races to recall.
Before I can the thought is gone.
Blood rushes through my veins.
The space it lost is now regained.
There is pain.
So much its a shock to my brain.
I don't live my day in fear.
I wait for night to near and prepare.
Hoping that tonight is the night the dreams are gone.
I wake up the next morning and I was wrong.
Like every morning I wake with my fists clenched.
My cloths and sheets drenched.
How these dreams can make me sweat is unknown.
Maybe tonight these dreams will finally leave me alone.
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