Nightmare

Something in me froze

When the snipers came

Whispering your name

Singing their silent refrain

Of fear

These are just old echoes of a nightmare

That should only be left to rot

Within a past

That held no promise

That have no place

In a future full of possiblity

For a fully open

Tender heart

And yet are not

So many of us

Haunted by our fears

Allowing our most beautiful dreams

To be killed off by the demons

That wish to see us never

Wake

From our nightmare