Restless Nights

My nights are often restless, My dreams are often broken. The tremors are often heard, Within words not often spoken. I'm tossed about in silent motion, Until I'm cocooned within the covers. The darkness holds me tighter, Than the embrace of secret lovers. I stare deep into the torment, Until shadows come into vision. Every thought comes into focus, But is spared my minds division. The voices seem to separate, My mind becomes distorted. Every attempt at inner silence, Shows every effort is thwarted. As dawn slowly penetrates, And every shadow has faded. The voices cause more confusion, Than any I've previously stated. The night survived my prayers, Just as I survived the night. The voices filled my inner ear, Just as the shadows filled my sight. These nights come too frequently, I suffer, knowing what's at stake. So I pray for a mind as idle, As it is when I first awake.