Awake
Cries they can be heard.
In the middle of the night.
The nightmares we are dreaming.
Wake us up in a state of fright.
Something hidden in our head.
Is eating at our mind.
It brings out certain feelings.
That we can not seem to hide.
Evil lurks within the dark.
And tries to take our faith.
Waking up in a heated sweat.
Our mind is in a shattered state.
Lost you try to rap yourself.
In a little ball.
Hiding yourself amongst the sheets.
Surrounded by four walls.
No hope you think you’ve had it now.
Morning will never come.
But soon the night subsides and is past.
And awaking seems like fun.
Copyright © Curtis Simon | Year Posted 2005
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