I hear a cry in the night.

Struggling to throw back the shroud of dreams, my heart races

I can not open my eyes, or move, my breath hurts

I feel ice cold inside of myself as I realize

The cries are my own and that I am still caught

the web of dreams pulls me back into my nightmare world

From which at least there is escape

Tears soak into my pillow melding with the acrid sweat

of bondage

as I am lost once more into the night