That is How I Sleep at Night

 

That is How I Sleep at Night

So many restless nights, the dreadful visions, lodged within my head,

Churning around, and around, so many innocent people, lying dead.

I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, bound within the terrible mess,

Unable to end the madness, the anguish, the measure of my distress.

Feeling powerless, unable to wish away, all those wicked deeds, done,

Oh, will of God, wherefore, the death wish endures, since time begun.

Each day like no other, broadcasts bringing, more awful news, to see,

Gut wrenching, evocative images tormenting, the troubled mind in me.

Each malicious impression, leaving such a bitter taste, upon my tongue,

Awful stories unfolding, heinous crimes committed, more lives undone.

The haunting thoughts, such evil sights, each firmly etched, there inside,

Poor little children, leaving their legacy of pain, that will forever abide.

No matter, how hard I tried, I just could not erase, his evil doings done,

As I waited, for the hero of heroes, to put end, to all the sadness sung.

I could not turn my back, walk away, to ignore the agony, and the pain,

For my soul in shadow cast, would forever look down on me, in disdain

Tortured and tormented, my sanity afflicted, by this dreadful blight,

Now, this is how, I settle my restless soul, and get to sleep, each night.

I close my eyes, and visualize, cursed Putin standing, in stoney rigor,

Larger than life, I look into his empty eyes, and then I pull the trigger.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (July 2024)