Stop screaming, damn you!
So some of us can sleep.
I know the pain that drives your scream,
the hell that lives within your dream,
and if I could, I’d take away, the agony that one must pay,
for fragile bones and weaker flesh.
No man can stand before the storm and come away with life untorn.
I hold my hand and still the sound.
They’d do the same, next time around.
If it were me.
Till breath has stopped, and pain is gone.
No more the scream goes on and on.
No one will know.
There’s only me.
And yet, despite the gentle hand,
the peaceful night will fill my ears,
and with a rosary of tears,
count out the hours of darkness.
Night after night.
Forever.