Nocturnal

Memories shown dark

Pushed into the depths

Of my subconscious

Waiting to flood my dreams

To torture a ragged mind

There is no resisting

Even in the writing

Portraying her terribly

Sullying my image

Of her past presence.

Still a peaceful sleep

Evades me, with constant

Threats to unravel my progress

The glue has no time to set

As Autumn’s dawn hastens west

My attempts range wide

Twisted and relentless

Still the dreams, they

Never go away

How can I make them

See things my way?