I woke up this morning and I cried.
Mom, my dream was terrible, you died;
Echoes of mourning subside, tears dry.
Why won’t dying dreams leave my bedside?

This is one of many dying dreams.
Always people I love most, it seems.
Leaving me unraveled at the seams.
The worst is when I hear their screams.

I don’t know why this happens to me.
Could it just be my anxiety?
I’m tired of my mind’s ****** spree.
Please, God, somebody, let me be free.