A haunting tale

I tossed and turned and the visions become more vivid.
At times they became harder and harder to decipher what was real and what was make-believe.
My heart beat raced as my eyes flung open with current dismal.
I was falling deeper and deeper into a fixation that only my mind could trace.
What of this dream that’s somehow inside of another fantasy, one of which my eyes have cast to play tricks on me?
My mind rambled to rehash itself only to come up empty.
Defense mode has set in and every little sound released melancholy tears.
I whispered to myself, but the more the words flowed the crazier I began to sound.
This dream I’ve seen play before me isn’t a dream at all.
It’s a memory.
A memory constantly on repeat so I’ll never forget what happened to me.

Absent minds make the heart grow fonder

I remember the day you stood up and stretched out your arm to hold my hand.
You assured me that everything would be OK—
But something didn’t seem to sink in.
My hands were shaking as the ground beneath me crumbled around my feet.
Your hand tightened around mine as the world we once knew blew up into a puff of smoke.
You promised that you would never leave my side—
Why did you lie?
I watched as the world before me slowly began to disintegrate within the flames, leaving tarnished bones behind.
Our houses left within the rubble along with the memories.
I walked through the streets, inhaling the ash from the buildings.
The smell of burning flesh almost made me lose my grip on reality.
A reality now stricken with gasoline-filled dreams.
You assured me that I wouldn’t be alone.
Where has your absent mind disappeared to now?