While many across America and the world look at Sunday as religious day and get up get dressed and washed and eat quickly and run off to church, I find it a day of relaxation, not church. I guess I am not a religious person at heart and stopped going to church as soon as I was old enough to determine for myself.
Anyway, since today is Sunday and a day of rest and relaxation for me, I am going to post a poem for this day. I hope all enjoy!
Sleepless Nights William M. McCurrach
I awake in a cold sweat,
Remembering the nightmares I have still and yet.
Each night dreamless and restless,
Because I know I have lost, the best part of me,
I dream no more, each night a black deep hole,
Dreams have vanished, thoughts are dead,
There is, a blackness in my head.
What happened to my dreams?
What happened to my wishes, my wants, my needs,
I have no more of these,
So it seems.
Each night brings pain in my back, my stomach and my heart,
The pain I can live with, if need be,
But the dreams were once a central part of me.
Full of darkness ,
Full of fright!.
How I hate when the sun goes down,
Knowing when it rises again,
I may not be around!.
The sleepless nights, bring to me my tears,
My mind and heart remembers the hurt of the past years.
So I suffer each night, without any dreams,
Sleepless nights are mine for now and ever more,
So it seems.