Knock At My Door Poem by David Chap Bottoms

I wake from these dreams in a cold sweet, memories of twinges and spasms through the night.
Visions i do not remember or comprehend, but they taunt me as I feel a pulling force from them.
Sometimes they enrage me, and others they bolster my resolve, but why?
If I can not understand them then why do I feel this wave of emotions and thoughts.
Like an endless knocking at my door, to afraid to open it, and to anxious to let them leave.
Yet again the conflict between my mind and soul, the endless struggle I deal with every day.