She awakes to the thrashing
of his arms and legs
Hears his moans and screams
of his tormented dreams
Her Warrior’s mind is still living in hell
Softly she slips from there bed
Where she usually sleeps clinging
to the edge
She wipes the wetness she feels
on her mouth and nose
Sadly glad it wasn’t her ribs again
that got another dreaming battle
bruise
Softly she whispers his name as she
stands by the bedShaking, frightened for them both
Wondering when and if this living
hell will ever end
Finally her voice pulls him out of hisdreaming hell battle of war
She goes to comfort him and like
all the other times
He brushes her aside and rushes
out the bedroom door
She knows he’s going for the bottle
of Scotch
He’ll go to the back porch to nurse his pain
She’ll lay in there bed crying and hurting for the both of them
As he lies where he falls and she lies
a lone in there bed
Both will be wondering when and if
they’ll ever stop living lost in hell
ever again
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