No no no…

Every night I’m squeezing
my pillow, hard and harder,
until I fall asleep, heavily

Every hours of sleep,
at night, is the nightmare
still alive, still beside

Every morning I wake up,
sad, scared and alive, but
lives next to a nightmare

Sweet dreams needs to
fill my pillow every day
and every moment…

…please

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-03