Nightmares

By John A. Wilson

Long painful is the penance

For the folly of our youth,

As we went about our youthful lives

Searching for the truth.

While others dream of things sublime

Like a lover’s touch and smile

My soul is wracked by visions dark

And demons evil and vile.

All night long my soul is chased

By beings too horrible to tell

With the faces of all of those

Who by my own hand fell.

I know one day I will be free

Of these dreams that are haunting me

The day that I fall from my own hand

And in hell the demons I’ll see.

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