My lover is a nightmare

From which I wish to never wake.
Oh but if only I could change
The landscapes of our dreams.

To brighter days I plot escapes,
But always it seems,
His darkness is our fate.

I imagine us free
And happy whilst he
Plunges into grief.

It is as if his mind
Is a bully
A taunting thief,

Always ready
to remind me
Of the shadows that we keep

Yet if you were
To tell me we are asleep
I would clench shut my eyes
And refuse to rise.

For it may be dark,
It may be frightening
But at least we are not apart.

The houses are all asleep
As in a waking dream I pass
At night my mind is dark

Knowing not what eyes have seen
The farce of life
Winds, twists and streams.

I am exhaustion;
Forever awake,
Ever trapped by sleep.

The question is not of how
Or when to rest.
But why, when I do, I cannot.

He is clever, this thief of dreams
He plunders, he plows
Then leaves to rot my sleep.

Awaiting, forever lurking,
Defending his feast
The beast would eat
my eyelids if he could.


I am insomnia,
Awake in the nightmare
Afraid of the dark.