Nightmares in the Day

Alone, in this wilderness of chaos,
Battling forces neither man nor beast
can see,
My private war becomes a quest
for survival
amidst a dark and stormy sea.

Waves of oppression crash down on
my weary soul
My vision rips and tears through
this world
Piercing layers of time into a
place of my own making.

Immersed in sights, sounds, smells
and touch gone by,
My lonely vigil carries on
unheeded.

Stark terror obliterates the present.
Reality, only a fog of dream-dark
images, seems lost.

Visions of desolation
consume my mind.
Nightmarish forces all a blur but
still more real than
reality pretends to be.

Lost in
the vastness
of a history I've never known,
I stumble as an alien in
my own past
becoming present.

Darkest tempest creates a vortex
so forceful
I am drawn into the eye of
the storm,
then beyond, to struggle
endlessly, against
the thrashing power of forces
of sinister, monstrous proportions--
swirling endlessly.

Suffocation leads to
gagging nausea as
torment rises
up inside of me to
command my body to obey.

The shaking tremors of mute
memories
that hold me down and coerce
me to submit
and see the awful dreams
I cannot see
to hear the screaming deep
inside of me
to be the brutally hurting child
of lost memory.

Venessa, Survivor

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