A Very Bad Time. Poem by Michael Gale

Another car's echo heard passing in the rain...
Ears attuned, to nothing but emotional pain.

Emotional pain filled with nothing but violent disrepair...
No heart, now more, nothing-even there.

Rocked by my foundational upset...
Echoed, only with absent love and only regret.

Head light's beams, intermittently, interrupt, my thoughts, and ideas...
My plans usurped, to perhaps another never, never land as like many other, foreign Korea's.

Far, far and far away, that i adhere not here to...
I am emotionally erased from my heart as if my heart was harpooned by a now unfamiliar distress.

I am now raised up in a sheet filled pool of sweat...
My wife lay here beside me, not dead, or even, left of me.

It was only a bad dream or nightmare...
The clock's loud ticking, reminds me, a dream or nightmare,
as i wanderings stare.

Nightmares awaken me in nothing but sweat...
Memories debt.

All, is fine.
She is mine.

(Some dreams, are seemingly, real, no matter, how bad or good.)