Oh, Dream Sweet Dreams! Poem by George Aul

The touch of cold enters my life,
the hands of time move faster
than the speed of light,
the spinning of the world
takes on a new meaning,
as I lie awake in the
pitch blackness of the night.
What was will never be again,
what is to come is still a mystery;
the night pours out of me
in thick droplets of sweat,
covering my shivering body
in a glistening hue of black.
All around is silence,
except for the pounding of
my bursting heart;
what was real is now gone,
vanished into the darkness...
into the deep, dark crevices of my being.
The images still distorted
whirl by for the remainder of
the pitch blackness of the night;
surreal is the only word to describe this night of terror.
'Dream sweet dreams' we tell our children,
but the night can bring horror instead of joy;
'Dream sweet dreams' we tell ourselves,
but we know better than the lie we verse...
much better than the night we curse.