Freddy A. Williams

MARCHING THROUGH MY HEAD

As I set upright in my bed,
There is a pounding in my head.
Is it the sound of the marching dead?
To me it is no surprise
That it is hours until sunrise.

I set up until my head does nod
hoping this night it will not throb.
I say a prayer as I lay down my head,
hoping this night there will be
no more pounding in my head.

I see the flash; I hear the scream.
Oh my God why do I have this dream?
As I lay down to try to sleep,
I know this demon I can defeat.
I pray once more that I will not be setting up in bed,
With my head pounding
with the sound of the marching dead.