I am overwrought in the night,

Memories wrapped ‘round my heart tight,

In crisp night air I breathe,

Where crickets chirp and zephyrs blow,

Alone in woods I’ve come to know,

‘Til in dawn’s light I’m wreathed.

Showered in warm rays of gold,

Rinsed of years that make most men old,

Reborn unto this day,

Seeking solace in all that’s good,

Content alone because I should,

Lightened of pains that weigh.

But the days seem short, twilight comes,

My heart shakes to night’s beating drums,

Its horde fast approaches,

The forest slowly disappears,

This war-torn heart refills with fears,

The darkness encroaches.

Eyes open but I cannot see,

Just the onslaught of memories,

Too many years I’ve kept,

Hope that the ‘morrow sets me free,

Life now seems surreal to me,

It’s been days since I’ve slept.

I wrote this poem in the form of a French rime couee, which are written in 6-line stanzas with octosyllabic 1st, 2nd, 4th, and 5th lines, and hexasyllabic 3rd and 6th lines. The rhyming scheme is AABCCB. I don’t know where days end and dreams begin anymore.