Nightmare

I don’t think about 
My past I leave 
It alone like the
Sleeping devil it is 
At least at rest
It’s no longer conjuring 
But during my sleep 
Is when my innocence
Is stolen like selfish
Uncles to nephews and 
Nieces pawed at undressed 
And used for their 
Own wicked incestuous pleasure 
In sleep is when 
My demons dance leaving 
Me to wonder if 
Because of my own 
Behavior here on earth 
If eternity like sleep 
Will be damned just 
Like my nighttime’s are