Splitting Nightmares Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Spreading across the threshold of eyesight, cloudy skies
shine in spite of the setting sun, serendipity proclaim-
ing a sotto voce above earthly compassionate reality.

Wavering into silences set aside carefully for time and
it's purposeful places, walking backwards, looking at
what has already taken place.

Wishing there was a way to change or alternate the past,
not caring to look to the future just yet, trying desper-
ately to obtain some meaning from yesterday.

Not wanting mistakes to be repeated, applying this know-
edge would be a great accomplishment in life, but how do
you learn to keep it from rising again in your future?

Where do you put the mistakes after they've been recog-
nized and dealt with, will the memories once again fade
away or will they reappear in nightmares?

Splitting apart you sanity and leaving you with none, all
fears squirting relentlessly silent to and fro throughout
the years, when will they ever be quiet?