I was awake sitting upright in darkness
Listening to the sound of spitting rain
hitting the skylights darkened pane
from the rhythm of my hearts racing
I knew that something had happened
that feeling in my gut of hopelessness
And I heard you say “Is it Tourette’s
The way you shout in your sleep”
And it was that waking time again
when nightmares and terrors reign
calling me from dreams so deep
It’s a kind of Russian roulette.
The dream felt as if it was real
as if it was really happening
as if I hadn’t been here before.
But it was the same time, same hour
that same real body feeling
sweating, heart beating. Real.
I was shouting out loud again
that noise echoing in my brain.
That noise that crunching sound.
That noise of steel being ground
brought me out of my sleep
Sweating, heart beating. Real.