dreams 7/98

the hours drift by like leaves in a stream
the whole world is asleep
yet i cannot join them in their peaceful slumber
every ounce of my strength
i use to fight the horrors that plague my mind
the demons of the nightmares
they tear my very soul to bits
i long for the freedom to rest
to close my eyes
and slip into the world of fairytale endings
how long must i wish for peace?
at what price will it come?