When summer nights wake you- <br />In a bitter cold panic, soaked in sweat; <br />Dreams now real nightmares, <br />Lies cling to you like a dying vine. <br /> <br />Thoughts carry you back- <br />Where nothing no longer exists; <br />Mistakes become your new forever, <br />Passions still lives, just no longer fueled by love...<br /><br />Robin Bennett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dust-to-dust-13/
