Charles Schwiderski

DREAMS

Some nights I wake up
all sweaty… out of breath
tight and spent… drained
I do not remember
but I know

Some nights I wake up
all sweaty… out of breath
shaking
tight and spent… drained
but I do remember
the horror
as terrible as can be
the screaming
trumpets blaring… whistles
rockets exploding
bullets passing
trees falling
them coming… so many of them
music blocking my radio
I am killing without regard
no feeling except terrible fear
and wanting to survive
death all around

Why can’t I forget
it keeps coming back
tormenting my nights
blackening my soul?

Why?