Chased By Nightmares Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Sometimes it takes,
The presence of unsuspected guilt to arrive...
To begin the stirring begun...
Coming as it does one finds to haunt the mind.

And sometimes it takes,
A point of view as one walks in another's shoes.
Unprepared that the doing of it sickens.
To hurt with a pain one gets and can not rid.
Unforgiving with a stinging it is.

Often it takes remembering,
What one has done to someone else...
Even denial can not resist a wanting it dismissed.
Especially when one is chased by nightmares.
And the evilness of this persists with no escaping this.

Chased by nightmares,
And a running from whatever one's done.
One is,
Chased by nightmares...
To never have them overcomed.

Like a needle that pricks,
One chased by nightmares...
And leaving nothing in the mind to numb,
The running done.
And chased by nightmares,
With a running that forever is done...
To 'never' undo with a doing,
That is overcomed.

Chased by nightmares,
And a running from whatever one's done.
With a scolded soul.
And chased by nightmares,
To never have them overcomed.
One is...
Chased by nightmares,
And nothing in the mind can numb...
The running done.

Chased by nightmares.
And nothing in the mind can numb...
The running done.
Chased by nightmares.
And nothing in the mind can numb...
The running done.
One chased by nightmares.
With nothing in the mind to numb...
'That' running done.