Nocturne

Unable to sleep.

Every sound an enemy,

each stirring an intruder.

Even my own breathing

is frisked

before being allowed out.

I suffer during darkness

a thousand bludgeonings,

see blood everywhere.

How my poor heart

dreads the night

shift. I wear

a smear of sweat

like a moist plastercast.

Adrift in a monstered sea.

Those actors who scare so well

in your nightmares

have all practised first on me.