• I seem to be tired,
    But I'm laying here wide awake.
    I seem to be lying perfectly still,
    But the entire room seems to quake.
    I'm covered in dark when I close my eyes,
    But flashes seem to come 'round.
    And it feels like people are yelling and screaming,
    But no one is making a sound.
    On nights like this, I think of the beach,
    And the woman I currently love.
    I try to grasp these fantasies,
    Until the nightmares beat me from above.
    I try to think of the marvelous things,
    Before they are taken away.
    I try to find a good state of mind,
    But in restlessness, I stay.
    I can feel the cool breeze of the overhead fan,
    It carresses me, or so I think.
    Despite feeling the air, I'm burning red hot,
    And all my comforts, gone in a blink.
    My pillow isn't cool and it feels like stone,
    And my blankets' heat's uninviting.
    The only good thing is I'm thinking of you,
    It seems to be my silver lining.
    I try to think of nothing at all,
    As I stare dismal, into no light.
    But all I can do is hope for a dream,
    On this seemingly restless night.