Nightmares

There are times at night

When my overthinking mind

Gets the best of me

Spinning ensues while the moonlight

Shines through my window

Repeating ghosts of memories past

Come to me to haunt my dreams

Brow furrowing, yawning, fighting it

“Tired” is not something you feel when

You don’t feel alive anymore

It is simply a reflex

A force to be recognized and not

Acted upon

Sleep comes forcefully

Night sweats and attacks

Fighting sleep means prolonging terror

Like a malevolent movie reel

Over and over again

Dreams are not friends

They are omens laced into

My subconscious mind

Like rapists looking for prey