Dreams and Nightmares

When the shadows sleep

Nightmares rise, dreams all,

Take a flight 

Lingering on our minds,

For longer than a while.

Soporific when ruptures,

Eyes on the sides crinkle,

Lips twist up or down 

To smile, or to scowl.

For we were meant, 

To brace and recline

Instead, here we are 

Agitating not sprawling.

Slumber wasn’t meant to,

Be fragmented by,

Nightmares and dreams,

Yet it is being.