Another Tired Day

A Poem About Dreams

I’m fading fast

And this day won’t last

My sleep had fled

Before I knew she’d passed.

Weaving between

My dark nightmares

Each time I wake

With sweat drenched hair.

More towels now

To dry my bed

Lying back down

To sleep in dread.

Trudging through

Yet another day

Exhaustion comes

And decides to stay.

I bear us both

Back home again

I want to rest but

Fear what’s ahead.

This burden of

Just being raised

A hyper child

So ill-behaved.

My curse,

I have inherited

From raised voices and

Short tempered fists.

Now all I want

Is just to sleep

And yet these dreams

Return to me.

Five, six, seven…

Eight times a night

Adrenaline shaking

I awake in fright.

I have to rise

Just for a change

I leave, but must

Return again.

I check the time,

It’s only 3:12

Still three more hours

To dream in Hell.

I place my head down

On my pillow

Sometimes I pray

But they still come.

It’s a symptom of

My P.T.S.D.

Don’t beat your kids,

They could end up like me.

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Author’s note: Hey there! Seb here! I just wanted to thank you for choosing to spend your time reading my work. It means the world to little old me, to know that out of the darkness of our experiences we can form real human connections and investigate subjects that are profoundly filled with pain and beauty. Your support means a lot and I am honored that you put your belief in me to entertain you.

Thank you.

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