War

This poem is about me, from an outsider's perspective. I'm told I moan and whine in my sleep and make hand movements because of nightmares.

She's that type of girl.
She whimpers in her sleep,
and sometimes I wonder,
God, almighty, what is she dreaming of?
Is she fighting off the pain in her nightmares?
She moans gasps of pain
and I want to enter her brain
and help her set up the cavalry.
But I am just a friend,
and this is not my war to fight.

Reviews

[Catherine Frain]

This is so amazing. I can relate to this as I feel the same way with my younger brother. It is well written.

[zainul]

Wonderful write.
I can relate.

[Emily Irene.]

Thank you. Glad it was something you related to but sorry to hear you suffer from nightmares, as well.

[zainul]

You are most welcome.
Thanks for sympathy for me.
I guess most people suffer from nightmares since every individual has to encounter various threats and I think that these threats are reflected in their dreams as nightmares.
I am very much enlightened by your work,Emily.

[Emily Irene.]

I agree entirely - dreams have just barely begun to be studied as they deserve. Did you like or relate to some of the other poems and scribbles I've posted?

[zainul]

Thanks for your great opinion.
I will read other poems of you soon.
Have a nice time here.
This place is really wonderful for creative people like you.

[Emily Irene.]

You're very welcome. Thank you, I enjoy this site quite a lot.

[zainul]

My pleasure indeed.