Placid sleep, mind at ease, two steps forward from where I have been. Resting in my cradle, body and mind relieved, thinking of tomorrow, motivation at its peak.
"Attack!" I jumped from my sleep, "Attack!" Hysteria overtook me, "Attack!" I had nowhere to go, it had me cornered, caught off guard, I should've known.
I slept unguarded, no sword no shield, thought it wasn't needed, we had a deal. We talked, we negotiated, what did all that mean? Though the peace treaty had been signed, it still attacked me from behind.
It swept through, left no memory unturned, pain like I never felt, I wished to my body, but with my mind it dealt.
This wasn't my fault, why do I always get attacked? Didn't I do all I could? Cut me some slack! How long will this continue? Don't you see what its doing to us?
The negotiation began again, I pleaded for my life, I layed the evidences out, it took me all night. In the end, a new peace treaty was signed, but as for sleep, it never felt the same again.
When will it be again? When will this war really end? I have too many battles to fight, I need a break, I need to sleep at night. I need someone to watch my back, for I never know, when my heart's memories will attack...
By Paul B. Peddie
January 21, 2015.
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