just another bad night...

 
some nights sit like a hippo on the chest
slumber disturbed
by hauntings believed to be...laid to rest  
as internal screams still echo into heavy darkness
drowning out the thundering of heart
trying to still stuttering breaths

odd how surprising familiar can seem
when the mind is focused on other things
until we relax & let down our guard
& there they are

demons still waiting
hovering in the edges of sight
only peripherally noticed

hence...I sit here scribbling of old issues
when I should be sleeping  
or scribing words more palatable
love & beauty in poetic verse

but this is my reality  
nightmares & bloodshot eyes
lungs struggling to catch up
reaching for my inhaler
just to ease the squeeze  

how many battles can be fought at once
can we truly face multiple fronts
...technically...yes
we do it all the time

I suppose it makes sense
forgotten monsters step up
when others are laid to rest

on the plus side...
...one memory enemy down...
...back into the fight