Mental Manifestations Poem by Lance Carthen

Wake up tonight
To the bleeding sunrise
Cant go to sleep
Too many bad dreams
Who is that man peeking in my window?
Who is that man outside?
Who is that man scratching on my window?
Is he dead or alive?
Noises in the street
The cold rain and the sleet
The darkness has a friend
The bitter old man fears his end
What is that sound inside my closet?
It sounds like its getting close
Where is the smell of decay coming from
Im shaking, Im trembling, Im cold
Little children play
Unaware of the stray
Keeping to themselves
The insane must have a say
The silent night wept
Grim reminder's of yesterday
What is this feeling going up my spine?
My visions is blurry
Does this mean that im going blind
Why cant I move?
My muscles have atrophied
I think that Im...dying
Wake up tonight
To the bleeding sunrise
Have to go back to sleep
Find the realities...in..my...dreams