Night Terrors
Night terrors invade my dreams late at night:
unable to breathe; I gasp, terrified.
Beyond nightmares, terrors fuel a fright:
that's so intense that on waking, I've cried.
Dead soldiers keep whispering in my head;
their constant murmur, morphing into screams.
And I say prayers to ward off the dead;
still, they manifest themselves in my dreams.
It begins with little more than a sigh:
then suddenly, I'm overwhelmed by fear.
Escalating, I feel like I will die:
and once I wake, the fear doesn't disappear.
War's unrelenting, agonizing pain;
tortures me, over and over again.
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