Arms outstretched
Trying to cover him
As I stare into the eyes of his father.
He sleeps
The nightmare shuddering through him.
I plead
beseeching his father
stop hurting your child.
He did all he could to help you.
He hurts from the guilt that he feels
from thinking he did not do enough already.
Leave him alone.
Let him heal.
Shouldn’t a father want what is best for his child?
Help him!
Please help him!
Tears run down my face
waking the sleeper up.
He asks why am I crying.
I look up
and his father’s ghost is gone.
I tell him I had a bad dream.
Saturn's Premier Poet 