Whispers, Just Whispers Poem by John A'Hern

Whispers, whispers, in my sleep
Imagination oh so deep
Toss and turn, throw off the bedclothes
Thrashing around, reaching out
Where does it come from?
Why does it visit?
Eyes open wide, still darkness outside
Lying there soaking wet from sweat
Needing help, but from who or where?
Out of bed walk the house
Quiet as in days gone by
Hurts my head more than noise
Bedroom calls, do not go back
Throw on a track suit
Walk the streets
People around, very rare
Fit right in, no stares no questions asked
Are we all from the same dreams?
Morning comes as daylight starts
Where to now my forgotten dreams?
Stagger back to my home
Nothing changed, only me that is gone