Tossing and Turning a poem

Tossing and Turning

the pain of yesterday walking with tomorrows
trying to find comfort
and nothing's really there
shackles of fear
dances in ear
breathlessly strive
bodies divide
striving for peace
before you sleep
shadows fall
darkness crawls
not praying to die
but wanting to cry
eyes close
nightmares grow
stabbing knives
broken bows
help comes from a distance

By: Bernice Bowling