Having a Nightmare at 43

I was too warm

my legs were restless

I wasn’t tired

            I was too tired

but

eventually sleep came

and quickly

I came to it

            the engine of the nightmare

            the pistons of fear

            the lubricating oil of hope

            keeping the nightmare alive

I wanted to wake

            I tried to wake

                        I couldn’t wake

the nightmare twitched

            I tried to wake

                        I couldn’t wake

 

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