Puzzles Of The Past Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Like palm fronds spreading themselves thinly in the
atmosphere, raking images of many pasts, tuning them
with saddened recollection.

Forever, unbidden memories lie in wait, preferring the
moments of late night darkness to begin.

Head upon pillow, eyes open wide, staring at the
ceiling, trying to hide the fear inside under layers
of fantasy.

Pictures flashing sideways, constantly unwavering, no
way to silence or stop them, they continually advance.

Fighting on a conscious level, memories hidden for years
unconsciously; life becomes a burden too difficult to
comprehend, there is no meaning.

Jumbled up like a hundred jig saw puzzles stuffed into
one box, nightmares continue to haunt and suffocate
during the light of day and through the night.