All night….

Sleeping at night

Is not fun for me

It seems like every dream

And nightmare

Enters my brain screen

And creates an all night theater

Including me as an actor

In the billboard

Of these productions…

They relive all my scarey

Pasts

Relatives passing

And future fears that

Have me dreading night…

I toss and turn

Walk the floor

Cry out… sleeping little

Waking as the sun rises

Sweating, tears in my eyes

And thankful God has

Given me another day

Giving me freedom of fear

As my dreams disappear

With daylight

Therefore; why I can

Sleep so soundly during

The brightest days…

As the producers of my dreams

Again spend their days

Thinking up new nightmare

Productions to keep me awake