I fight against the air
Because
I cannot see the enemy
I fight against the
Not reals and the
Not quites and the
Half forgotten things -
All narrowed to
A single point of silence
That is not silence at all.
And if I owned my body
I would fight and scream
And beat against this thing -
But she lies dead in a corner.
She lies
Weeping quietly alone
While my mind strikes wildly
At the unseen, nightbound beast -
At the nightmare, which comes day and night.
There is no peaceful place
Where I can hide.
No knight, no champion
To rescue me.
The battle rages on.
And I find
No rest for the weary.
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