Nocturne (not exactly a favourite but true.)

Unable to sleep,
Every sound an enemy,
each stirring an intruder.

Even my own breathing
is frisked
before being allowed out.

I suffer during darkness
a thousand bludgeonings
see blood everywhere.

How my poor heart
dreads the night
shift. I wear

a smear of sweat
like a moist plastercast.
Adrift in a monstered sea.

Those actors who scare so well
in your nightmares
have all practised first on me.

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