Every Night

Sometimes it's running
Out of time, out of breath, out of friends
Or just running
Away from something faster
Somewhere unfamiliar
The only thing to do is run

Sometimes its falling
Endlessly through the nothing
Some empty void of only gravity
Swallowing a limp victim until shaken awake by impact

Sometimes it's crying
In a corner
In a room
In a place that should be safe
Or in the middle of nowhere
Abandoned
Or beaten
Unsure of what to do
The only thing that comes is one tear after the next
Silent sobs or bellowing wails
Helpless and hollow

Sometimes it's hiding
Overwhelmed by fear
Impending violence looms
Feet stomp, stomp, stomp
Doors slam
Voices yell
Threats echo
The only thing to do is cower
Under a blanket
Under a bed
In a closet
Behind a tree

Dont.

Be.

Seen.

Sometimes its drowning
Left for dead in the cold wet
The deep end of the pool
Or a storm at sea
The water has a way of making death worse
The only way out
Is under

Sometimes its saying goodbye
Loved ones gone for good
Deserted forever
Left alone
The only thing left is waiting

Until waking

From the nightmare