Sleepless in the Night

Mingling through the epitaphs

Of sorrow thickly laden

with dreams destroyed and nightmare paths

That line the veil of Eden,

The memories come flooding still-

The silhouetted faces.

The shadows in the pregnant mill

Which echo our old graces.

We sit and stare in wonderment

At hapless, listless yearning.

Never understanding quite,

The lessons we are learning.

The pictures flash and burn the mind,

They claw the gaping wound.

The wrenching language in a line

That says they left too soon.

And so we sit in silence,

Begging death to hear

Any hope, or little prayer ,

That makes it to the ear.

The days pass slowly. Years fly by

Weaving out the scars.

Reality embraces life

And gas becomes the stars.

We leave the children in the dark

Alone to face their fears;

To suffer the occurrences

And grow old in their years.

Yet, can we not escape

Or breathe a little light?

Are we doomed to wander

Sleepless in the night?