The Coping Hours
Did you ever hear of a nightmare
That occurred in the midst of day?
Webster must have named it wrong
It just doesn't happen that way.
It might be while I'm driving
Or watching some t.v.
Looking at your picture when
This shock grabs hold of me.
Sleep is such a short time
While the coping hours are long
Day in, day out, I sort it out
Somehow this all seems wrong.
So nightmares aren't for nighttime
It's for the light of day I fear
The ever-constant reality
Is the fact that you're not here.
Ellen Schick
