I would have slept all night
But for the dreams that repeatedly broke the quiet,
Filled with shouts and cries they were,
I could not suppress their loudness
That scarred my mind,
That brought me awake, again and again.
Injured, I sat at the open window panting for breath,
Looking deep into the night all night,
For the solitary beam of daylight to breakthrough;
They alone who have suffered this wait know
How difficult it is to pass those lonely moments
Battling with your dreams, again and again.
I do not cover my bald pate with a straw hat,
Such as those seen on the waterfront,
Flimsy, and about to catch fire they seem,
But I suppose my head needs the fire
To burn the nagging dreams that refuse to die
Making me suffer pain, again and again.
Thursday, March 25, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams