In This Dream                                                       by L. E. Hinson Sr.

In my dreams it came to me,
What my life should really be.

I saw how short this life of mine,
I saw the days the wasted time.

I watched my friends as they passed away,
I realized the wasted time this wasted day.

Can you read and now comprehend ,
That wasting time is your biggest sin.

Have you done a thing today,
Something good that won't pass away.

In this dream it came to me,
The good you do is your effigy.

I scribbled down this poem to say,
Don't be like me and waste today.

God gave you a life but only one,
Do some good with it before it's done.

Terror in the Night

Here it comes, the night and with it,
The shadows, I must sleep but sleep is death.

Now exhausted I fall in bed, sleep eludes me.
Ah, but the body quits and the mind keeps on.

Day after day it is always this way,
Days turn into years.

I doze, like a child I fight sleep and the terror it brings.
I have gave my all, I have followed my orders.

I see the ghost of the dead I have killed.
What was that sound? I awaken instantly, fully awake.

I am sweating, shaking as I reach for my weapon.

Dear God I think, here I am, I have been ambushed again, what to do.
No, NO, No, my weapon is not where I placed it.

I have killed and this time I must pay,
A life for a life, and now I fill the sting and,

Then the burning as the hot metal penetrates flesh and bone.

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