Nightmare

The boy dreams, quiet

Legs crossed, sitting on the curb

Awake, head in hands

Eyes open, searching

Looks beyond the passing cars

Past the rumbling noise

Through the darkened shroud

Into a different world

Cloistered and alone

Reason and terror

War machines scream through the night

The echoes of crows

Enveloped by fear

Nightmare of blood, black as oil

Rains on broken flesh

Visions of horror

The boy recoils, he struggles

With the turning world