There sometimes is really bad kind of dreams <br />which you want to avoid, to be waking, <br />when in your ears you hear your own screams, <br />while your body, mind and soul is aching <br /> <br />These dreams return like a bomb ever ticking <br />to the time that they come back with anxiety, <br />as if the past, the time of war is sticking <br />its fingers in the present life with impropriety. <br /> <br />Night after night as in sleep you plunge in <br />again you are in cover behind enemy lines, <br />you dream of escaping barely by your skin, <br />where you were trapped by some landmines, <br /> <br />about shooting to kill to be able to survive, <br />about as a duty taking someone else’s life.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightmares-english-sonnet/
