Every night I hear me scream

And I fear I won’t be heard…

The guilt eats like termite-infested wood and

I should burst with apprehension,

My memories will kill me…

But I’m suffering from delusional nightmares.

Because I’m separate from my memories,

Far flung summers lost in the heat of the days, ago

(But they still burn so, should they?)

And the fear hits harder still,

Filling my every dream, every thought, every breath,

Like a drowning well, I’m past my brim

And I’m drowning fast…

But this is the well worn pain I should be over,

And I should indeed be, should I

Choose to look past these burning feelings,

Think above the noise screamed in the whole of me-

Then should the salvation of my mind come,

As I look into the truth I’d been saved with,

See with brand new eyes,

And the truth becomes my waking all over again-

For the first true time.