April 1989

it may be my exhaustion

bringing back this fear

dark nightmares of past events

and my reaction to them

I have less control of my mind

when it is tired

frightening

for I am tired often

and it rambles over ground

I’d sooner not tread

so I fight it hard

fear and I

bitter combatants

in battle for my heart

yet when I awake

from this occasional gloom

it fades as the demons of the night

becoming  but the merest shadow

of a deadly encounter

laughed at in the day

this ride I cannot endure

it strikes my very soul

oh God!

come quick to aid me

rescue yet again

these trembling feet of clay