Everyone has nightmares

But this suffocating sadness

And never-ending guilt

Make them into light-shows

Of such inexplicable horror:

One night in every three,

Or thereabouts,

I see such things

I cannot tell you of them at all:

If you ever see me turn pale

And ask for water

And my eyes cloud over

Then you know

It will not wait

Until I sleep.

What I would give for a night without dreams