Sleepless

Sleepless nights
restless days
fighting to stay awake...
praying to sleep thru at least one night.

My mind's not right
my thoughts are askew
my heart's breaking
my soul's reiterating.

This dream I'm having
this dream I'm in
the days and the nights
frankly it's a little more than frightening.

Awake or Asleep...
I'm not sure of what
the time or the place is...
but it's always present and fills the
space....between sleep and wake.

Is it the future?
or maybe a recent past?
Maybe it's neither,
simply a mirror or my own mask.

Sleepless days...
restless nights...
I fight my way to the task
and remove this mask.


06Aug2006
Baghdad, Iraq
Robert L. Quintana
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