from pain to pain
Shadows move toward
me
Memories like hot spikes
Shake me to the core
I remember images
Of…
Something..disjointed
Fear..
Faces pass in kaleidoscope
fashion
I shake and feel helpless in
turn..
I fight through the dread to
Challenge it..
Fight to not fall to the ground
and give in to old feeling…
The shadows close in..
Yet..
I turn..
To face the old demons
Alone..
Again..

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe