My pain soaked pillowcase feels cold against my skin.

My fear cloaked sheet wraps around me as I struggle to breathe.

My restless foot beats against my mattress, as if trying to run.

Run away at any moment from my sleepless body. As I

Stare at gut wrenching images behind my eyelids,

My chest fills with sorrow and terror.

My pillow assumes the role of a sponge to soak in the pain.

I spend the next day in a walking slumber, not fully

Aware of what is happening at any given moment.

I can only hope this night is better than the last.

How will I get by otherwise?