Every night he is tortured in his sleep
Mental images of people he knew from the past
Some he has not seen before in his life
He could only feel and sense their presence
They seem to tell a story
He hears their voices yet he doesn't remember anything when he wakes up
Except a bit of the last message they give out
The pain of having to endure this was unimaginable
He had fought relentlessly to be relieved of this burden
The more he fights the severer it becomes
He sleeps less and think more
He thinks of how to overcome these nightmares
The night is fast approaching
Birds are singing to the tune of the evening
Everyone is preparing for the night
They all seem happy to rest after the day's work
The atmosphere was charged with excitement
The adults told stories to the little ones
Shadows of darkness loomed heavily upon the evening
He hides in his small corner thinking of the night
Is tonight going to be different
To be continued