A Dream Past Waking #2
A dark caul covers my waking
Fearful to close my eyes
Lest the dream returns.
Blackness, blackness and cowering fear
Hover over my head and cloud my eyes.
Surrounded by never ending confusion
And futile efforts to avert the cycle.
I am responsible for this ongoing disaster.
I am responsible for its resolution.
I am the cause and effect,
Alpha and Omega.
Yet my every effort compounds it,
Or serves only to prolong it.
How could this be?
Why is this happening to me?
Things are oh, so familiar,
The faces, the places, even the events,
But subtly twisted and distorted
To make their recollection an unfolding horror.
I curse my weakness to prevent it.
I curse my strength to carry on.
This is the stuff of primal fear.
This is the Baba Yaga come to life.
This is the nightmare.
Call it just a dream,
But pray never to sleep again.
