Dec 2015
He is confused,
His mind stops him,
But conscience gets better of him,
He follows the trail of white,
They disappear into the wild,
Something tells him to turn back,
But he goes on.
Inhuman sounds and thunder warn him,
Trips, hurts his knee.
But still he goes on.
Shadows loom and trees sway.
His heart thuds against his chest.
Suddenly he wakes with a wet brow.
His mind stops him,
But conscience gets better of him,
He follows the trail of white,
They disappear into the wild,
Something tells him to turn back,
But he goes on.
Inhuman sounds and thunder warn him,
Trips, hurts his knee.
But still he goes on.
Shadows loom and trees sway.
His heart thuds against his chest.
Suddenly he wakes with a wet brow.
When nightmares haunt your dreams, when you are woken up every night filled with fear....only a few will understand the pain and suffering.
