When The Struggle Strikes

The clock struck midnight

As he sprung out of bed

The sounds of explosions 

Playing in his head

He's up on his feet

Making enemies of chairs

Lost in his past

Tripping down the stairs

He's deep in a war zone

She's fast asleep

Undisturbed by his fighting

She's counting her sheep

Until a firm grip of the throat

Awakens her with fright

It had been so long

Since he had this kind of night

She's writhing and gasping

As she slaps him awake

He snaps back to reality

And cries about his mistake

He's at a loss for words

He doesn't want to be this way

She embraces him and cries

As night gives way to day

He takes steps to deal

With the demons that possess

Hoping that his efforts

Will bring much needed rest

He lays down and tries to relax

As the day comes to an end

And just when he thinks he is healed

The clock strikes midnight again