No Good Nights

by snowy1a

Posted to Poetry on 2002-07-19 05:28:00

Bright is the morning,
That wakes me from the night –
A night of disturbance and fears,
Memories of bad years.
Noting the time with a daunting stare,
Shocked by the horror of another nightmare.
Racing with dreams which put me in strife,
The survivor of a train crash, running for my life.
Fright and despair as I dodge burning boulders,
Bringing my child to safety on my shoulders.
Damning thoughts playing hell in my head,
Frozen with terror in the safety of my bed.
Strangers behind my eyes beckon and change shape,
Clowns smiling faces distort and escape.
Bright is the morning,
That wakes me from the night.