I fear to sleep for dreams may come
which force me to relive again.
Dark memories which aren’t welcome.
Such dreams can drive a man insane.
Things I have done which I regret.
Long years ago and far away.
Some things it’s better to forget
Spring forth to haunt me still today.
Sometimes you do not have a choice.
No time to think you just react.
You pull the trigger and rejoice
that you shot first and that’s a fact.
You have shot dead some innocent
mistaken for an enemy.
It’s just another incident
embedded in your memory.
I’m tired and I fain would rest
but peace of mind’s denied to me.
Such recollections deep imprest
can’t be erased from memory.
Odd times I can sleep peacefully
with no bad dreams to cause distress.
I fall asleep eventually
Anaesthetised by weariness.
This is great Ivor, a superb read and so beautifully constructed. The flow was great too and it was woven with such dexterity. Congrats on this one. Loved it. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Ivor, The flow and rhyme are perfect. I cannot believe you ever did anything wrong, to upset your sleep. You are a very kind man. Beautiful, Sad, and Brilliant Poetry....