Sleep can be good,
but nightmares are bad.
Tomorrow will come,
today has been had.
Brain doesn't like,
the sizzling hiss.
Of being without,
your touch and your kiss.
Too far apart,
gets hard to tell.
The end of the road,
the way out of hell.
Think it's all over,
no way to know.
Morning will bring,
the hard road to hoe.
Time to stare up,
at the roof overhead.
Think back about,
the path that's been tread.
Sleep should be good,
but the nightmares are bad.
Lay in the dark,
weary and sad.
Brett A. Jones March 2010
