I cannot give adequate explanation for the context of this poem; I’m afraid at the moment it’s too personal. So I will just deliver it and let it sit with you as it may.

You wake me in the night
Images upon images

Oh, what a frightful fright Images upon images

Roll over in bed do I
Images upon images

Pry open my heavy eyes Images upon images

In bed awake I lie
Images upon images
Jar my life with a quake,
Oh my,

Images upon images

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