Here it is, it's late at night.
That's when the ache always comes ...
that pain, the deep sense of fright
and hopeless loss of faith numbs
the senses. All my regrets,
all the things I've left undone ...
they'll fade ... yeah right, when it gets
lighter, usually when the sun
breaks. Chase these ghouls away!
But they're back again to haunt
me when the night strangles day...
and with their mouths full of taunt!
Hamlet said ... "to sleep perchance
to dream"? If I were to say
what I'd prefer, well, fat chance
I'd wish for dreams. No way!
I just want
to sleep...
to find peace.
Wrote that in the midst of a bad series of nightmares about 15 years ago. Well before I was diagnosed with PTSD.
That's when the ache always comes ...
that pain, the deep sense of fright
and hopeless loss of faith numbs
the senses. All my regrets,
all the things I've left undone ...
they'll fade ... yeah right, when it gets
lighter, usually when the sun
breaks. Chase these ghouls away!
But they're back again to haunt
me when the night strangles day...
and with their mouths full of taunt!
Hamlet said ... "to sleep perchance
to dream"? If I were to say
what I'd prefer, well, fat chance
I'd wish for dreams. No way!
I just want
to sleep...
to find peace.
Wrote that in the midst of a bad series of nightmares about 15 years ago. Well before I was diagnosed with PTSD.