When the nightmare fades to the morning

The nightmares came back again in the depths of sleep. Making my heart fade to being weak as I let my mind play the hell that it just doesn't seem to beat.

An argument explodes from the suppression of her soul. She screams tearing the scar open once more, I yell back believing I am justified in my response. I turn and see she has her bags packed as she is walking out the door.

I look around and my kids are laughing at her tears. Mocking her as she walks away. We are left there alone. The car pulls out the driveway. No further laughter is heard. I look at heir faces and simply see them looking back in fear.

Months pass in the nightmare within. No calls from her until one day. She calls to say that she has found what she is looking for. It is not us she needs. Speechless I close the cell phone, knowing her voice to not be heard again. There is nothing left to say.

I wake for a moment my body drenched in sweat. She is laying next to me breathing deeply. I lay my down again. The dream isn't done. No this nightmare just begun.

I come home to find my son is gone. He never came home from school. Actually he never made it to school. I ask my youngest what she saw. She laughs and says "Daddy he doesn't want to be here either." He is gone.

I get a phone call to come make an ID. I arrive to see my son's dead eyes staring back at me. A hole piercing where is heart once lived. No way to call his Mother and tell her. For she has gone to her life away from us.

I bury my son alone my other kids stripped from me. As his coffin lowers into the ground I weep. Tears flow down my cheeks. I stay there trembling. The grave workers gone. I begin to move the dirt to fill the hole. Shaking with each shovel full.

I sit alone his woobie in my hand now. Love gone. Life gone. I wake only to see first light. In my bed alone. I rise to walk out and I see my son smiling. I turn another corner and see my wife crying.

When the nightmare fades to morning we are suppose to rise and see it was just another bad dream. This morning it doesn't look like that as tears fill her eyes. She talks and the pain is there as she feels she failed. Or so it seems.

When the nightmare fades to morning.