Stormy Waters
Here, underneath a stormy, midnight sky,
I lie in bed afeared. For when I sleep
The nightmare comes, and all its wounds I keep.
Each night I scream for every night I die -
A thousand deaths in stormy waters high.
Each night I drown in frozen waters deep,
I fall from jagged rocks and cliffs so steep;
And yet through all in my own bed I lie.
I awake with a shudder each new day,
The echoes of screams still there from the night.
The sea remains and with me shall it stay -
The daylight has no release from the fright.
I find 'tis not sleep that haunts me this way,
But the fictions of my mind and sight.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2007
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