Nightmares

Wonders of the night
keep me wide awake,
and nightmares slowly, now,
take their form and shape.
Of all the frightening images
that scream in high-pitched tears,
instill in me the greatest
of my fears.
My fragile heart can't bear it;
my innocence, it shatters.
I cry; I long for comfort
that no longer matters.
Why has thou forsaken me?
Why has thou gone away?
Save me from these nightmares;
this, I pray.

-LJ

10 May 2016