4am

late at night

a wish for peace:

A dreamless sleep where nightmares cease.

One lonely tear; the stream runs cold

At night she wants a hand to hold

A warm embrace to ease her mind

A love that's true, fearless and kind.

She thinks of him and her heart skips a beat

through a layer of stone carved from endless defeat.

Too many thoughts

Her head starts spinning

Alas, late at night, the inner demons are winning

Alone in the dark

No distraction

No savior

No discernible excuse to display this behavior.

Exhausted to the point of delusion

The walls start moving;

she succumbs to illusions

She closes her eyes,

repeats comforting lies

and all her remaining energy dies.

Now she can dream.

At least that's what it seems..

For no one can hear her;

she silently screams.

The nightmares arise.

She's tortured and dies

For this is beginning her nightly routine.