Freddy A. Williams


Why am I up all night?
It is not because of not being tired or sleepy
… it must be fright.

Give me a hammer, a gun, or knife!
Yet my night is full of strife.
I toss and turn, my head does spin,
To get to sleep and rest, I can’t win.
My mind going faster than racing cars,
etched in my mind the thoughts of old scars.
I talk in my sleep, and in my pillow weep,
I dread the night, nightmares creep.

To take all the medicine leaves me drained,
Not to take it leaves so much pain.
I go through another day with eyes so red;
I am a member of the walking dead.