Their Screaming

The many nights when sleep evades me
And the only lullabies are hauntings of my past
Like my own shadow encompassing myself
Yet I continue to sit here, smoking a cigarette
Pretending to those that know me
Nothing is wrong, Everything is right, Everything is fair
Yet I hear them
crying for mercy
crying for release
cursing me for who I am
cursing me for what I’ve done-
Sleep will come soon
and so will their screaming