There is No Peace

Sleep is restless, with dark dreams and empty scenes
We dream then find ourselves waking to an endless fight

Through the struggle that comes with the morning light
A fight, a journey, either way, no end in sight

There is always a shadow of palpable presence
Always there and never light

Restless sleep and daily horrors
In the day light from nightmare borrows

The faces, the screams, the smell of death
They linger, they dance, I still smell the stench of their breath

These are the ghosts that haunt my waking hours

To still feel their stares and their lingering glowers

These are the nightmares that cloud my waking hours
Those that visit at night are of a different fright

No, there is no peace, no rest
Not day or night

To this waking nightmare there is no end in sight
No peace, no solace, to this endless fright

A trap from which there is no flight
No rest by day or by night


(C) Copyright Marc Trepanier