When summer nights wake you-
In a bitter cold panic, soaked in sweat;
Dreams now real nightmares,
Lies cling to you like a dying vine.
Thoughts carry you back-
Where nothing no longer exists;
Mistakes become your new forever,
Passions still lives, just no longer fueled by love...
Robin Bennett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dust-to-dust-13/
