Poem: Another Morning #26

More nightmares.
My eyes are now open.
The fear remains
in my beating heart.

Realization
that I have been whimpering
out-loud
for some time.
Crying and moaning
from my bed.
Embarrassment
as I look at those around
who heard me.

The men say nothing.
We all cry in our sleep sometimes.

I wasn't asleep, though.
Just scared
and tired.
Out of options.
Nothing left to do.
Cry.