REM.

Someone whispers in my sleep

I shut my mouth to prevent a scream

from pouring out the dark abyss

of a memory I do not miss

My visions fade

seconds turn into days

yet I lay awake

lost in a daze

A lost wanderer stuck in time

wondering what lies ahead

he cannot seem to keep his head

until he rests in death's bed

I watch him move about

without a map in hand

Something seems to be on his mind

It's as if he's running out of time

Could he be looking for his wits?

something appears to be amiss

this man reminds me of someone

someone I do not miss