I suffer every night
For I cannot sleep.
I find no peace.
Only anxiety and anguish.
There are none who accompany me through the darkness.
Those that did have either left or been taken away.
Long do I wish to be held,
But there is no one.
I feel alone.
Restlessness comes from knowledge
The knowing of the inevitable.
Death looms over me and lurks between the walls.
It whispers, it breathes.
I hear him, I see him.
Every day every night.
As he goes from person to person.
I struggle constantly trying to stand in his way,
So every night, when I'm weak he whispers. "I will find a way".
I feel my breath slip as struggle to keep it with a scream.
But I tell the others, "they're just nightmares, go back to sleep."
But I... I do not sleep...
Even with my eyes shut for rest, I barely dream.
And when I do, they're hardly pleasant, hardly clean.
I have nothing but my prayers.
I feel alone...
How long must I endure?
Tied and chained to the will of others,
For all my freedoms, I do not feel free.