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 Continue reading Having A Nightmare At 43 by Steve Denehan