Secrets

Secrets


I like to be open and truthful,
especially with my wife.
But, there are some secrets --
things that I won't share.

Parts of my mind are secret;
secret even from me.
Thoughts need to be filtered --
nightmare separated from reality.

I don't generate these thoughts.
They are sprung upon me unawares.
Demons, lurking in darkest night,
pouncing, smothering me.

She wouldn't understand the nightmare.
I don't understand the nightmare;
fear, terror, inability to breathe --
drowning.