Writers Block.

And you know this time things are becoming more realistic.
You awake in a cold sweat,fourth time this week.
Alone.
"That's in the past" they've told you
It just seems like a bit too much to let go.
Nightmares continue to haunt you.
They plague your every slumbered thought.
You silently remind yourself, I'm awake, finally.
A sigh of relief escapes your lips,
"Get a grip already, this is ridiculous"you tell yourself.
Steadily your hand reaches for the alarm button.
A nagging feeling aches in the back of your head.
This is one nightmare you can't seem to shake off.
What was it this time?
Alone.
You quietly start to start your day off.
Troubled.
You can't stop life to weep.
Alone.
You've awoken in the dead of night.
4 in the morning,
birds singing melodies softly.
fifth time this week.
Does this repetative plague of nightmares end.
Your hand reaches to the clock to glance at the time again.
It's still 4 am!!
A pen & pad silently wait for the on coming bliss
SCREW THIS WRITERS BLOCK
You start jotting down every thought running through your mind.
Pages have become filled.
You silently drift off to a peaceful sleep.
A slumber not to be awoken by a hellish dream.