Motion

It’s hard to stay

Woke when I’m

Sleep. Eyes faithfully

Shut to the horrors

I’m witnessing

Each time I

Close my eyes.

Dream filled

Nightmares I’m

Loving the time,

Each one worse

Than the next to

Fuel my dead

Imagination for

Inspiration. I’m

Full and the

Screams stop long

Enough for me

To wake up,

Look around, and

Hold myself so

Tight to the ground.

Never thinking

I wanted to stop

The motion of

Imagination for

Peace of mind.