The Haunted


Apparitions I can see,

Gliding through my mind at night.

Weak I cannot hold them back

When lusting eyelids lose their fight.


I push it off but not forever,

Though unwelcome, sleep then ensues,

Much too long and restful never,

As death and sorrow plague my view.


Like waves, dreams crash into my head,

Painful visions flood my mind.

I drown in grief but I'm not dead,

Compared to this, death would be kind.


For, every night I do relive

The horrors that I've seen,

And worse is that I can't forgive

Myself for what I've been.