Nightmares
Every night I rest my head
as dancers take center stage.
With a different act to perform
never a happy act or funny one.
It’s always an act about someone getting hurt.
Sometimes these acts are about murder.
Wishing I could stop the horror as
they play on for hours.
Looking forward to the morning light
knowing they are done until tonight.
Every night I rest my head as the nightmares start again.
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