See Me Sleep, Hear My Cries

I jolt awake at night,
my skin, a burning feeling,
my face, drenched with sweat,
my breathing, heavy and hard.

"Another nightmare..."
My body aches and my head pounds.
I sit up and rub my face, freeing it from sweat,
"Why every night?" I ask myself.

Yes, why does the same thing happen?
Always the same dream,
night after night.
I'm running, always running,
every time I turn back, the same face smiles at me.
'That face...' I mutter.

That face, I know it from somewhere.
But who would I know in a desolate area where no one knows me?
I ponder and continue to think of something,
A rational thought,
a reason to my dream.

I finally give up and look at the time
'5:45AM' I get up and stretch.
My body still aches from falling,
Falling over a cliff and into the water.

"Maybe it's a warning..." I tell myself,
but why would I dream about falling over a cliff?
I'm happy being alone,
Going to college,
a steady paying job,
A good apartment.

Maybe it means more.
Maybe its a sign.
'Maybe.. maybe.. maybe..."
I sigh softly.

That's what I always thought it was,
But a sigh is a silent scream.
For what, I wish I knew.
Maybe, just maybe,
If I ever find out,
I can finally sleep better.
I just can't shake the feeling of being watched.