Night Terrors

The shock and shake of your hurried breath

Rocks and wakes me from weary rest

Back from empty void inside my head

To the vacancies within our bed

I touch your quivering shoulder, only to be dismissed

By the devils behind your cemented eyelids

Every night the same tired old song

Of hearts pounding and desperation

Bloodshed and battle rages within

But all I hear are the restless whims

Of horrors you've tried to leave behind

While I sit in the dark and slowly lose my mind

In spite of frustration and bitterness, its envy that grows

Within me- it’s hounding, resounding, and bellows

I wish I were you, even with fear gripping my bones

At least you have your dreams

While I sit here alone

The End

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