My Past Is A Dream Poem by Guinevere Eveleigh

My past seems to be all a dream
Starting to cascade and fade all around me
I look back but I can't seem to see
The smarting misery that has damaged me
It has blotched me deep inside
Inside me is scratched with all uneven wounds
That will not heal and not smooth
But yet everything still seems to be a dream
A nightmare it could even be
That doesn't flinch but does not cool
Galloping and homing back into my snooze
And wailing and howling in empty screams
Yes, everything just seems tobe
Almost forgotten
Almost dead
Almost gone
But will not flee
In a hush full of stubborn anarchy