Nightmares

Evenings laced with embers and mornings filled with broken dreams.
The fears of a midnight strike our wonderings as our mares of fright wander our vision at twilight. 
Until dawn breaks and mares of our own invention follow us from sleep.
The clock ticks but not nearly fast enough.
It seems but an eternity to awaken.
Oh, these broken dreams, distorted and unclear of means.
Memories of brighter times fill our broken minds.
stranger things have happened perhaps they will just fade.
For some, they are as real as you or me.
It affects their lives so differently.
could they be real or are they simply shadows of our thoughts.
If so  we are deranged to the highest degree.