Jumbled thoughts nightmares awake,

Restless body shiver and shake.

You cannot fight the form of dreams,

No matter how frightful or horrid they seem.

Weaving in and out darkness enters your mind,

Journeying swiftly running out of time.

Sleep, sleep. No I wish the stories to end,

But when one is over a new one begins.

I fight. From this nightmare I wish to recover,

Oh why tonight? What should I discover?

What meanings held behind dreams and nightmares?

I just wish I did not have to go there.

© Cynthia Clark