Having A Nightmare At 43 by Steve Denehan

I was too warm
my legs were restless
I wasn’t tired
        I was too tired
but eventually sleep came and quickly I came to it
        the engine of the nightmare
        pistons of fear
        the lubricating oil of hope
        keeping the nightmare alive
I wanted to wake
        I tried to wake
            I couldn’t wake
the nightmare twitched
        I tried to wake
            I couldn’t wake

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