Bearing scars
from long ago dreams
that died
a torturous death
Whispering words
in a harsh light
with lungs
that can’t draw breath
Searing images
Looping
like a horror movie
that replay in the mind
in the darkness
Flickering
Closing eyes can’t
make me blind
I can see
in the dark
but I really hate
the night
Battle scars
are what I wear
You don’t have to
think its right
It’s uncomfortable
For you, I know, but
I really hate the dark
So please…
Don't turn off the light