Waking or sleeping, life was a nightmare.
Thought beyond life, likewise, life beyond thought.
A whisper amplified into a blare
And all that had been suddenly was not.

I saw things that no normal eye could see
Around my daughter. In a week she aged
Years, and her boyfriend seemed to be
An alien. I could not halt what raged

Within me. Too insane to end it all,
I ran away to a construction site.
I became obsessed with a glowing ball.
I'd hold it close, and sleep with it at night

Dreaming that thingscould beas once they were.
I hated war. I'd always hated war.