Disturbed sleepless nights, tossing and turning
With nightmares that haunt my reality when 
The raft deflates leaving my stomach churning--
Abandoning me, gasping for air. Will the  barge
Come to drift me ashore and the anchor rusts
From my Achilles heel? Awakened by the sound of engines
Revving, petrified, I stalk the window fearing the man
Down below. Pacing the carpet unable to retreat 
back to my slumber, the looking box becomes my comfort
When its lucid blue glare cascades the room, 
abating the impression in my chest that goes Thud! thud! thud.