The Dream

I was having a terrible vicious nightmare

This odious dream to last for a year

I struggled in vain to wake to the light

But the dream carried on, thus did my plight

With each renewed effort to free it's grasp on my soul

The nightmare grew stronger, and but tightened its hold

Finally too weary, grown to weak from the war

I succumbed to my victor, and struggled no more

'Twas this act that freed me; at last I could rise
But dawn's light revealed to my tear laden eyes

What I'd thought was a sick twisted trick of my mind

Was in fact the real horror...as I awoke to find
The place at my side where my love always stood

Was now dismally vacant...

and my heart turned to wood