Another day dawns

and with it comes battle after battle.

The ones you love and who love you;

Friends; with you through thick and thin.

You turn your back and in an instant

the world goes mad.

The fragile flower of your personality seems

to be tossed round and round;

as one by one all take their turns

Ravaging and pillaging the soft flesh of

my heart, as one would devour the flesh

of an apple.

Razorblades, sawing and ripping and

tearing at me.

I spend my day twisting and dodging

the snipers;

Building walls that form barriers

as I finish out my day in a seedy haze.

Then, comes the Nightmare;

A radiant mare, a snow white pelt.

A mane like spun silk, gleaming

silver in the light of the full moon.

I see my mare;

her eyes like flame.

I mount her and ride off

into the night along the beach.

She gleams like a shining beacon

in the darkness as the moonlight

glints off her coat.

The sea spray splashes me and I feel cleansed

and renewed.

Then, comes the Nightmare;

And I ride away, free as the wind!

I never have to go back,

I can ride like the wind

as my mare takes me far and wide

Running down the trail of my memory.

The mare is mine, my heart and soul

and I love her.

Again she has helped me, and restored my soul.

Nudging me, my mare urges me on,

back to a world that hates me,

waiting until I need her again;

My Nightmare.