
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