Every night is the longest day

Untill I see the small sliver of sun over the bay

The bay where the birds eat and  play

I cant escape this but they can flyaway

So quite, not peacful

So tranquil, not blissful

I wish I could just sleep for a moment

But the scay thoughts are the main componet

My eyes burn from the sleep I do not get

The nightmares terrify me, I never forget