Hunted again.
Through the twisting corridors
of my internal mindscape,
dark thoughts and punishing visions.

Chased again.
Robbed of peace and silence
by bitter memories,
by the past which remains unchangeable.

Pursued again.
No respite given to me
from your teasing voice,
your ever present countenance.

Followed again.
Down through layers of sleep
to the dream world,
from whose visions I cannot wake.

Caught again.
Release me from these memories
of life once lived,
of how my world used to be.


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